or amusement. I think"--to Harley--"you expressed a desire to see the
tower?"

"I did," my friend replied, lighting his cigar, "but only if it would
amuse you to show me."

"Decidedly. Mr. Knox will join us?"

Harley, unseen by the Colonel, glanced at me in a way which I knew.

"Thanks all the same," I said, smiling, "but following a perfect
luncheon I should much prefer to loll upon the lawn, if you don't
mind."

"But certainly I do not mind," cried the Colonel. "I wish you to be
happy."

"Join you in a few minutes, Knox," said Harley as he went out with our
host.

"All right," I replied, "I should like to take a stroll around the
gardens. You will join me there later, no doubt."

As I walked out into the bright sunshine I wondered why Paul Harley had
wished to be left alone with Colonel Menendez, but knowing that I
should learn his motive later, I strolled on through the gardens, my
mind filled with speculations respecting these unusual people with whom
Fate had brought me in contact. I felt that Miss Beverley needed
protection of some kind, and I was conscious of a keen desire to afford
her that protection. In her glance I had read, or thought I had read,