When he turned back to the woman on the bench it was with a sterner light in his eye.
"I also notice that a horse has recently been fed and watered in your carriage road.

_Whose was he ?_" Again that smooth, soft voice with its languid evasions.

"We have several neighbors, Colonel.

They visit us at infrequent times." "Undoubtedly," he conceded.

"But do you usually feed their horses ?" She smiled faintly.