that shaving water should be immediately sent up to him, he appears
to have retired into the bathroom.

It was while he was shaving that Mrs. Muldoon, knocking at the door,
demanded to speak to him. From her tone the Professor came to the
conclusion that the house was on fire. He opened the door, and Mrs.
Muldoon, seeing he was respectable, slipped in and closed it behind
her.

"Where did ye find her? How did she get here?" demanded Mrs.
Muldoon. Never before had the Professor seen Mrs. Muldoon other
than a placid, good-humoured body. She was trembling from head to
foot.

"I told you," explained the Professor. "Young Arthur--"

"I'm not asking ye what ye told me," interrupted Mrs. Muldoon. "I'm
asking ye for the truth, if ye know it."

The Professor put a chair for Mrs. Muldoon, and Mrs. Muldoon dropped
down upon it.

"What's the matter?" questioned the Professor. "What's happened?"

Mrs. Muldoon glanced round her, and her voice was an hysterical
whisper.

"It's no mortal woman ye've brought into the house," said Mrs.
Muldoon. "It's a fairy."