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before she retired for the night； if only to assure herself that it was still there。 She had a cup of coffee and a sandwich brought to her by the night…porter； whom she had roused from sleep； for bedtime is early in Windlehurst； and then informed him that she was going for a short walk and would ring when she returned。
Her heart leaped joyfully as she turned in at the drive gates of her home and felt the well…remembered gravel crunching under her feet。 The silhouette of the ruined castle against the summer sky gave her the feeling which all returning wanderers know。 And； when she stepped on to the lawn and looked at the black bulk of the house； indistinct and shadowy with its backing of trees； tears came into her eyes。 She experienced a rush of emotion which made her feel quite faint； and which lasted until； on tiptoeing nearer to the house in order to gloat more adequately upon it； she perceived that the French windows of the drawing…room were standing ajar。 Sam had left them like this in order to facilitate departure； if a hurried departure should by any mischance be rendered necessary； and drawn curtains had kept the household from noticing the fact。
All the proprietor in Mrs。 Hignett was roused。 This； she felt indignantly； was the sort of thing she had been afraid would happen the moment her back was turned。 Evidently laxityone might almost say anarchyhad set in directly she had removed the eye of authority。 She marched to the window and pushed it open。 She had now pletely abandoned her kindly scheme of refraining from rousing the sleeping house and spending the night at the inn。 She stepped into the drawing…room with the single…minded purpose of rousing Eustace out of his sleep and giving him a good talking to for having failed to maintain her own standard of efficiency among the domestic staff。 If there was one thing on which Mrs。 Horace Hignett had always insisted it was that every window in the house must be closed at lights…out。
She pushed the curtains apart with a rattle and； at the same moment； from the direction of the door there came a low but distinct gasp which made her resolute heart jump and flutter。 It was too dark to see anything distinctly； but； in the instant before it turned and fled； she caught sight of a shadowy male figure； and knew that her worst fears had been realised。 The figure was too tall to be Eustace； and Eustace； she knew； was the only man in the house。 Male figures； therefore； that went flitting about Windles； must be the figures of burglars。
Mrs。 Hignett； bold woman though she was； stood for an instant spellbound； and for one moment of not unpardonable panic； tried to tell herself that she had been mistaken。 Almost immediately； however； there came from the direction of the hall a dull chunky sound as though something soft had been kicked； followed by a low gurgle and the noise of staggering feet。 Unless he was dancing a pas seul out of sheer lightness of heart； the nocturnal visitor must have tripped over something。
The latter theory was the correct one。 Montagu Webster was a man who at many a subscription ball had shaken a wicked dancing…pump； and nothing in the proper circumstances pleased him better than to exercise the skill which had bee his as the result of twelve private lessons at half…a…crown a visit： but he recognized the truth of the scriptural adage that there is a time for dancing； and that this was not it。 His only desire when； stealing into the drawing…room he had been confronted through the curtains by a female figure； was to get back to his bedroom undetected。 He supposed that one of the feminine members of the house…party must have been taking a stroll in the grounds； and he did not wish to stay and be pelled to make laborious explanations of his presence there in the dark。 He decided to postpone the knocking on the cupboard door； which had been the signal arranged between himself and Sam； until a more suitable occasion。 In the meantime he bounded silently out into the hall； and instantaneously tripped over the portly form of Smith； the bulldog； who； roused from a light sleep to the knowledge that something was going on； and being a dog who always liked to be in the centre of the maelstrom of events； had waddled out to investigate。
By the time Mrs。 Hignett had pulled herself together sufficiently to feel brave enough to venture into the hall； Webster's presence of mind and Smith's gregariousness had bined to restore that part of the house to its normal nocturnal condition of emptiness。 Webster's stagger had carried him almost up to the green baize door leading to the servants' staircase； and he proceeded to pass through it without checking his momentum； closely followed by Smith who； now convinced that interesting events were in progress which might possibly culminate in cake； had abandoned the idea of sleep and meant to see the thing through。 He gambolled in Webster's wake up the stairs and along the passage leading to the latter's room； and only paused when the door was brusquely shut in his face。 Upon which he sat down to think the thing over。 He was in no hurry。 The night was before him； promising； as far as he could judge from the way it had opened； excellent entertainment。
Mrs。 Hignett had listened fearfully to the uncouth noises from the hall。 The burglarsshe had now discovered that there were at least two of themappeared to be actually romping。 The situation had grown beyond her handling。 If this troupe of terpsichorean marauders was to be dislodged she must have assistance。 It was man's work。 She made a brave dash through the hall； mercifully unmolested： found the stairs： raced up them： and fell through the doorway of her son Eustace's bedroom like a spent Marathon runner staggering past the winning…post。
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In the moment which elapsed before either of the two could calm their agitated brains to speech； Eustace became aware； as never before； of the truth of that well…known line； 〃Peace； perfect Peace； with loved ones far away！〃
〃Eustace！〃
Mrs。 Hignett gasped； hand on heart。
〃Eustace； there are men in the house！〃
This fact was just the one which Eustace had been wondering how to break to her。
〃I know；〃 he said uneasily。
〃You know！〃 Mrs。 Hignett stared。 〃Did you hear them！〃
〃Hear them？〃 said Eustace； puzzled。
〃The drawing…room window was left open； and there are two burglars in the hall。〃
〃Oh； I say； no！ That's rather rotten！〃 said Eustace。
〃I saw and heard them。 e with me and arrest them。〃
〃But I can't。 I've sprained my ankle。〃
〃Sprained your ankle？ How very inconvenient！ When did you do that？〃
〃This morning。〃
〃How did it happen？〃
Eustace hesitated。
〃I was jumping。〃
〃Jumping！ Butoh！〃 Mrs。 Hignett's sentence trailed off into a suppressed shriek； as the door opened。
Immediately following on Eustace's accident； Jane Hubbard had constituted herself his nurse。 It was she who had bound up his injured ankle in a manner which the doctor on his arrival had admitted himself unable to improve upon。 She had sat with him through the long afternoon。 And now； fearing lest a return of the pain might render him sleepless； she had e to bring him a selection of books to see him through the night。
Jane Hubbard was a girl who by nature and training was well adapted to bear shocks。 She accepted the advent of Mrs。 Hignett without visible astonishment； though inwardly she was wondering who the visitor might be。
〃Good evening；〃 she said； placidly。
Mrs。 Hignett； having rallied from her moment of weakness； glared at the new arrival dumbly。 She could not place Jane。 She had the air of a nurse； and yet she wore no uniform。
〃Who are you？〃 she asked stiffly。
〃Who are you ？〃 countered Jane。
〃I；〃 said Mrs。 Hignett portentously； 〃am the owner of this house； and I should be glad to know what you are doing in it。 I am Mrs。 Horace Hignett。〃
A charming smile spread itself over Jane's finely…cut face。
〃I'm so glad to meet you；〃 she said。 〃I have heard so much about you。〃
〃Indeed？〃 said Mrs。 Hignett。 〃And now I should like to hear a little about you。〃
〃I've read all your books；〃 said Jane。 〃I think they're wonderful。〃
In spite of herself； in spite of a feeling that this young woman was straying fro
