His work was before him, but he did not do it.

His eyes were out of the window on the golden tops of the towers of Sunnycrest.

Motionless, he watched them until they turned gray-white in the twilight.

Then he picked up his pencil and began to write feverishly.

He went to the window, however, as David stepped off the veranda, and called merrily:-- "Remember, boy, that when there's another note that baffles me, I'm going to send for you." "He's coming anyhow.