A MIRACLE In the afternoon of the following day Tyson was sitting with Molly in the dining-room when he was told that Captain Stanistreet had called and had asked to see him.

"Was he-- ?" Yes, the Captain was in the drawing-room.
Tyson was a little surprised at the announcement; for though the shock of the fire had somewhat obscured his recollection of the events that preceded it, Molly had unfortunately recalled them to his memory.

But he had clean forgotten some of the details.

Consequently he was more than a little surprised when Stanistreet, without any greeting or formality whatsoever, took two letters from his pocket and flung one of them on the window-seat.
"That's your letter," he said.

"And here's the answer." He laid Molly's little note down beside it.
Tyson stared at the letters rather stupidly.