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..