They're suspicious--or he is, at least. Some one has tipped me off to
them, I fancy."

"I'm sorry they are so badly mussed, Mr. Rollins, but they did make a
very comfortable bed," she said, walking over to him. Her cheeks were
flushed and her eyes were gleaming. "You are going to Eagle Nest to-day?"

"Just as soon as I can get a conveyance. There is a stage-coach at nine,
Miss Dering."

"We will have room for you on our break," she said simply. Her eyes met
his bravely and then wavered. Rossiter's heart gave a mighty leap.

"Permit me to second Miss Dering's invitation," said Dudley, coming over.
The suggestion of a frown on his face made Rossiter only too eager to
accept the unexpected invitation. "My aunt and Miss Crozier are outside
with the coachman. You can have your luggage sent over in the stage. It is
fourteen miles by road, so we should be under way, Mr. Rollins."

As Rossiter followed them across the platform he was saying to himself:

"Well, the game's on. Here's where I begin to earn my salary. I'll hang
out my sign when I get back to New York: 'Police Spying. Satisfaction
guaranteed. References given.' Hang it all, I hate to do this to her.
She's an awfully good sort, and--and--But I don't like this damned Havens!"

Almost before he knew it he was being presented to two handsome,
fashionably dressed young women who sat together in the rear seat of the
big mountain break.