have no visiting card on me, but--er--perhaps my slab just outside--very
superior granite--would do as a substitute...."

The pale party filed out of the crypt and disappeared. The remaining
Vicar smote his brow, and addressed the now calm Rupert in a low voice,
but with such unaccountable warmth that that harassed animal disappeared
precipitately in the direction of his home.

Lady Arabel, Sarah Brown, and Richard crossed the churchyard together.

"Oh, my dears, look," said Lady Arabel. "How too too dretful, that bomb
fell quite close to us. Do look how it has disturbed the graves...."




CHAPTER VI

AN AIR RAID SEEN FROM ABOVE


The moonlight lay like cream upon the pavement when the witch and
Harold her broomstick left the Higgins' doorstep. London was a still
Switzerland in silver and star-grey, unblotted by people. There was a
hint of pale green about the moonlight, and the lamps with their dim
light downcast were like daffodils in faery fields.

The witch mounted. Harold, who was every inch a thoroughbred and very
highly strung, trembled beneath her, but not with fear. They reached
Piccadilly Circus with supernatural speed, and flashed across it. The