Well, I do; I don't know her well, but I'm inclined to like her--in a way....

There's something else, though." She considered her handsome nephew steadily.

"You are to be a guest there while this work of yours is in hand ?" "Yes--I believe so." "Then, dear, without the slightest unworthy impulse or the faintest trace of malice, I wish to put you on your guard.

It's horrid, but I must." "On my guard!" he repeated.
[Illustration: "So he sat there and told her all about his commission."] "Yes--forearm you, Garry.

Shiela Cardross is a rather bewildering beauty.