Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-24


Eyes. But don't let's stop to talk" said
Daura. Can you and Conal manage with
out hurting HMM case there's nib or
anything broken? Though l don't see how
there can be-
ayes, we can manage as easily as falling
off log" Alastair tried to cheer her in his
lazy, comfortable way. you needn't wait
to superintend. Just make a dart for the
house, and see that the doors are open and
the coast clear, there's dear girl!'
Afraid to see them lift Conway, lest there
should be some revelation of mysterious in
jury that she had not suspected, Daura fled
away, racing like frightened faun up the
steep, short cut to the cliff path.
SHE pushed open the heavy door of the
~ courtyard, ran up the stone steps,
and along corridor after corridor, carpeted
with tartan, until she reached Conway's
room. 1t was as he had left it. with the bed
unmade; but all his belongings were ar
ranged with extreme neatness. He had the
orderly habits of the disciplined soldier, and
never scattered things about. Near the
head of the bed dangled an old-fashioned
bell rope, and Daura pulled it violently. A
moment later there was tap at the door,
and she cried @Come in!' expecting house
maid Instead she was surprised to see the
butler.
why do you answer the bell, Douglass"
she asked.
Il didn't answer it, my Leddy," the old
man replied, hiding as best he could a sur
prise as profound as hers. u chist wanted
to see if Mr.. Conway was here. This is the
second time l was looking for him. I
thought at first he was away for his bath"
Hes been out and had an accident, "the
girl explained. Il was with him. The Cap
tain and Hamar's Conal are bringing him
home. 1t was Janet rang for. The bed
must be made in hurry. I'm afraid Mr..
Conway's very ill-oh, here's Janet!" and
quickly she told the maid what to do.
3An accident to Mester Conway on his
weddin' morn groaned the old man, whose
one absorbing interest in life was 3the fam
lily"
Eyes, it seems awful; but it may turn out
not to be SO bad as we think. Oh, do hurry,
Janet, and don't snivel-please! Conal will
fetch DR.. Macdonald. He'll get to the vii
lage quicker than anyone; for he'll take the
Captains bicycle, and he rides splendid1y.
Tell nobody yet, Douglas. I'll speak to his
Lordship myself, and-and-"
@But, my Leddy, there's a gentleman for
Mester Conway explained the butler Ter
vously. Come in motorcar. He wudna
TAX no for an answer, when l was telling
MIN MeSter OOnWay was not IN MS room.
He wud hae me come back, and look again,
and say his name was Troy. Will be tellin'
him of the ACCIDENT"
Daura answered the question with an
other. What sort of looking person is Mr..
Troy, and what is his car ike?"
@The gentleman is tall and thin and ferry
dark, me Leddy, with pair of thrawn black
eyes that go through body and way O.
speakin' that's no our way, nor yet the
English, I'm thinkin'. The motorcar is a
fine big red one, with bit pink-faced lad to
TAX care of it."
where's Mr.. Troy waiting?" the girl
went on. as he in the house?'
Eyes, me Leddy, he's no sort O. gentleman
to be keeping outside. He's in the hail.
Daura thought for an instant. There was
one window of the great hall, or rather at
the foot of staircase in tower leading off
it, through which view of the dove cote and
the courtyard gateway could be obtained.
This tower with the winding staircase was
not shut off from the hall, but separated
from it by an open archway. A piece of
tapestry was drawn across the archway in
winter; but now it was pushed back on
rings that slid along an ancient spear. If
that window was ajar, and Alastair Mac
Rimmon and Conal made any noise at the
gate, it might occur to this Mr.. Troy to go
and look out The idea frightened Da11ra