The lights are still burning in the room." "Oh!" Martin Hillyard had started to his feet.

He remembered another time when the lights had been burning in Stella Croyle's room in the full blaze of a summer morning.

She was sitting at the writing-table then.

She had been sitting there all through the night making meaningless signs and figures upon the paper and the blotting-pad in front of her.

The full significance of that flight of the unhappy Stella to the little hotel below the Hog's Back was now revealed to him.