He packed his trunk and hand-luggage, overlooked nothing that was his, and went down into the living-room where he knew he would find Killigrew with the morning papers.

He felt oddly light-headed; but he had no time to analyze the cause.
"Good morning, Thomas," greeted the master of the house cordially.
"I am leaving, Mr.Killigrew.

Will you be kind enough to let me have the use of the motor to the station ?" "Leaving! What's happened?
What's the matter?
Young man, what the devil's this about ?" "I am sorry, sir, but I have insulted Miss Killigrew." "Insulted Kitty ?" Killigrew sprang up.
"Just a moment, sir," warned Thomas.

The tense, short but powerful figure of Kitty's father was not at that moment an agreeable thing to look at; and Thomas knew that those knotted hands were rising toward his throat.

"Do not misinterpret me, sir.