nursery of old. Here they put her on her bed, and sent Caunter for
Mrs. Travers and Mary's old servant, Jane Bond. She had recovered
consciousness before the women reached her. Then they returned to
the dead, and the master of Chadlands urged those standing on the
stairs and in the corridor to go back to their breakfast and their
duties.

"You can do no good," he said. "I will only ask Vane to help us."

Fayre-Michell spoke, while the colonel came forward.

"Forgive me, Sir Walter, but if it is anything psychical, I ask,
as a member--"

"For Heaven's sake do as I wish," returned the other. "My
son-in-law is dead. What more there is to know, you'll hear later.
I want Vane, because he is a powerful man and can help Henry and
my butler. We have to carry--"

He broke off.

"Dead!" gasped the visitor.

Then he hastened downstairs. Presently they lifted the sailor
among them, and got him to his own room. They could not dispose
him in a comely position--a fact that specially troubled Sir
Walter--and Masters doubted not that the doctor would be able to
do it.

Henry Lennox started as swiftly as possible for the house of the