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The note fluttered to the ground Webster, picking it up and handing it back, was enabled to get a glimpse of the first two sentences They confir that it continued as it began, it was about the war of its kind that pen had ever written Webster had received one or two heated epistles froallantry can hardly hope to escape these unpleasantnesses--but none had got off the id violence as this

"Thanks," said Sam, mechanically

"Not at all, sir You are very welco A cold perspiration broke out on his forehead His toes curled, and so down the small of his back His heart hadin his throat He sed once or twice to remove the obstruction, but without success A kind of pall had descended on the landscape, blotting out the sun

Of all the rotten sensations in this world, the worst is the realisation that a thousand-to-one chance has co to be detected There had see discovered, and yet here was Billie in full possession of the facts It al worse that she did not say how she had co of self-pity, that sense of having been ill-used by Fate, which nant

"Fine day!" hethat it was iht conversation

"Yes, sir Weather still keeps up," agreed the valet suavely

Sa a fellow notes didn't give him a chance If she had coreeable experience, but at least it would have been possible then to have pleaded and cajoled and--and all that sort of thing But what could he do now? It seemed to him that his only possible course was to write a note in reply, begging her to see him He explored his pockets and found a pencil and a scrap of paper For some moments he scribbled desperately Then he folded the note

"Will you take this to Miss Bennett," he said, holding it out

Webster took the missive, because he wanted to read it later at his leisure; but he shook his head