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He saw a pale, elderlyuneasily upon the pilloith his leg propped up and wrapped with a heavy travelling-rug Upon the white countenance was an expression of pain as he turned wearily, his eyes dazzled by the sudden light

"Where are we?" he asked faintly in English

"At the Italian douane, m'sieur," was the police officer's reply, as for a few seconds he gazed upon the invalid's face, seconds that seeh He was, of course, unaware of the cock-and-bull story which his strange chauffeur had told, and feared that at any ht find himself under arrest

While the door reer At last, however, the reat bound The chauffeur had restarted the engine, and nori!"

Then the car h knew that he was on Italian soil--that he had happily escaped from France

But why had he escaped, he reflected? He was innocent Would not his flight lend colour to the theory that Yvonne Ferad had been shot by his hand?

Again, as his unknown friend who had warned hiements for his escape? Besides, where was Walter?

His brain hirl As they tore along in the darkness ever beside the sea over that steep and dangerous road along the rock coast, Hugh Henfrey fell to wondering what the motive of it all could be Why had Yvonne been shot just at that critical moment? It was evident that she had been closely watched by soreat deal

She had told hiood reat secret when she had been struck down

What was the mystery of it all? Ay, what indeed?

He recalled every incident of that fateful night, her indignation at his presence in her house, and her curious softening of h repentant and ready to make amends

Then he wondered what Dorise would think when he failed to put in an appearance to go with her to the ball at Nice He pictured the car waiting outside the hotel, Lady Ranscoant and all s to the telephone and speaking to the concierge at the Palmiers Then inquiry for Monsieur Henfrey, and the discovery that he had left the hotel unseen