A message had come to him from Mr.Grant of Grant & Ripley, announcing the receipt of important dispatches from Montana, and asking him to luncheon at one.

He had time to spare, and as Margaret and Mrs.Gray had gone out, he telephoned Ellis to take his horse to the entrance to the park at once.

The crisp autumn air was perfect for his ride, and Brewster found a number of smart people already riding and driving in the park.

His horse was keen for a canter and he had reached the obelisk before he drew rein.

As he was about to cross the carriage road he was nearly run down by Miss Drew in her new French automobile.
"I beg your pardon," she cried.