New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-05-24
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOX MAY a. 1914


YES. But don't let's stop to talk, said
Daura. Can YOU and Conal manage with
out hurting HMM case there's a rib or
ANYTHING broken? Though don't see how
there can be.
Yes. we can manage as easily as falling
off log. Aastair 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 a 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 taun up the
steep, short cut to the cliff path.
CHE pushed open the heavy door OF the
~ COURTYARD, ran up the stone steps
and along corridor after corridor, carpctcd
with tartan. until she reached Conway
room. Ii was as he had left 1t, with the bed
unmade; but all his belongings were ar
ranged with extreme neatncss. He had the
orderly habits Of the disciplined soldier, and
never scattered things about. Near the
head Of the bed danglcd an old-fashioned
bell rope, and Daura pulled 1t violently. n
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 il, my Leddy, the old
man replied, hiding as best he could sur
prise as profound as hers Il Chist wanted
| TO see if Mr.. Conway was here. This is the
second time ! was looking for him. /
thought at first he was away for his bath"
Hes been out and had an accident, the
Girl explained. 81 was with him. The Cap
| tain and Hamar's Cona are bringing him
home. 1t was Janet | rang for. The bed
must be made in hurry. I'm afraid Mr..
Conwavs very ill-oh, here's Janet and
quickly she told the maid what to do.
AN accident to Mcster Conway on ms
weddin' morn groaned the old man, whose
one absorbing interest in life was the tam
! lily"
"Yes. it seems awful but il may turn out
not to be 50 bad as we think. Oh, do hurry,
| Ianet. and don't snivel-please, COnal Will
fetch DR.. Macdonald. He'll get to the vi
! lage quicker than anyone; for he take the
Captains bicycle and he rides splcndidly.
| Tell nobody yet, Douglas. I'll speak to his
Lordship myself, and-and-'
But. my Lcddy, there's a gentleman for
Mestcr CONWAY" explained the butler ner-
vouslv. "COme in a mOtOrCar. lie Wudna
TAX no for an answer, when | was telling
him Mester Conway was not in his room.
He wud haze me come back and look again,
and say his name was Troy. VIII 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
ewes that 60 through body, and a way o
spcakin' that's no our way, nor yet the
| English, I'm thinkin The motorcar IS a
| fine big red one, with bit pink-iaced lad to
tax care OF il.
"Where's Mr. Troy waiting? the girl
went on as he in the house;
Eyes, me Lcddy, he's no sort O gentleman
to be keeping outside. Hes in the hall.
Daura thought for an instant. There was
one window OF the great hall, or rather at
the foot Of a staircase in a tower leading of
il through which a view Of the dove cote and
the courtyard gateway could be obtained.
This tower with the winding staircase was
not shut of from the hall, but separated
from il bv an open archway. \ piece Of
tapcstrv was drawn across the archway IN
winter: but now II was pushed back on
rings that slid along an ancient spear. II
| that window was alar and AlaStalr Mac