Some one had seen him--had seen him standing just behind Walter Hine in the lighted room--and on the next day he had fled! "I was right," he said, absently, "right to keep silent." For here was Sylvia at his side and the dreaded peril unfulfilled.

"Well, you returned to London ?" he added, hastily.
"Yes.

There is something of which I did not tell you, that night when we were together on the downs.

Walter Hine had begun to take cocaine." Chayne started.
"Cocaine!" he cried.
"Yes.

My father taught him to take it." "Your father," said Chayne, slowly, trying to fit this new and astounding fact in with the rest.