odd little laugh he threw into the bottom of a wardrobe an unopened
parcel of new clothes and a dress suit which had been carefully
brushed. In less than twenty minutes he had left the house by the
back way, with a small portmanteau poised easily upon his massive
shoulders. As he turned from the long ill-kept avenue, with its
straggling wind-smitten trees all exposed to the tearing ocean
gales, into the high road, a great automobile swung round the corner
and slackened speed. Major Forrest leaned out and addressed him.

"Can you tell me if this is the Red Hall, my man--Mr. De la Borne's
place?" he asked.

Andrew nodded, without a glance at the veiled and shrouded women who
were leaning forward to hear his answer.

"The next avenue is the front way," he said. "Mind how you turn in--
the corner is rather sharp."

He spoke purposely in broad Norfolk, and passed on.

"What a Goliath!" Engleton remarked.

"I should like to sketch him," the Princess drawled. "His shoulders
were magnificent."

But neither of them had any idea that they had spoken with the owner
of the Red Hall.