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The old man, with a word to his hound, opened the

"Who is it?" he asked, and with a thrill not of fear but of expectation

in his voice

"A ladly sit

for a few oes upon his way"

The old an entered the room He was spattered

from head to foot with mud, his clothes were torn, his eyes sunken, his

face was of a ghastly pallor and an, "a gentleh so hts

that I can barely stand;" and dropping into a chair he dragged it up to

the door of the stove, and crouched there shivering

The old man closed the

"I am Count Otto von Ahlen, and in my house you are safe as you are

welcolass carried it to Wogan The

liquor was brandy Wogan drank it as though it had been so ue when the ether co his blood, he becareat difference between his

battered appearance and that of the old gentleman with the rich dress