She stared at the paper again, then ran and opened the panel through which Bucklaw had passed, and found the outer door ajar.

With a soft, gasping moan she passed into the garden, went swiftly by the lilac bush and on towards the trees.

Bucklaw let her do so; it was his design that she should be some way from the house.

But, hidden by the bushes, he was running almost parallel with her.

On the other side of her was Radisson, also running.