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"Well, if nothing happens shortly--and I'an Major Carstairs, but he got no further, for with the extraordinary aptness of conjunction which we are wont to call coincidence, though another word ht more fitly be eure crept on soundless feet into the room

Anstice and his colided softly forward, the light of the dying fire doing little, now, to illumine the scene; and neither of the men could have sith any certainty to the identity of the person who shared their occupation of the silent rooure halted suddenly; and for one wild moment Anstice fancied that some sixth sense had warned the new-co that new-coht towards hiht will draw another as a net the steel--Anstice switched off the current of his thoughts, so to speak, and waited with as blank awhich ure -table; and Anstice would have given a great deal to have been able to see the face of this loom remained undisturbed; and it was ie visitor's personality

There were candles on the writing-table, and for a ure would seek their aid to carry through the task confronting her--he was convinced it was a wo, for no hted the soft dusk Instead a sht shot suddenly across the table; and Anstice and Major Carstairs both grasped at the sanificance of the ray

It was a pocket electric torch, of a kind familiar to thousands nowadays, whose aid the letter-writer had evoked; and since this particular one was fitted with a bulb which enabled it to cast a continuous light without finger-pressure, it was quite effective for the purpose to which it was now being put

Having placed the torch on the table in such a position that the ray of light fell directly across the blotting-pad, the figure made search for a sheet of paper which suited itsbeen chosen, a pen was selected, dipped into Chloe's own silver inkstand and a few lines of writing inscribed slowly, and with many pauses, upon the otherwise unsullied paper