since Christmas." Her thoughts went back to that evening when she and St.John had sat talking together by the firelight in the West Parlour.

Yes, she had known--ever since then--that the Dark Angel was drawing near.

And now, now that she realised her old friend had stepped painlessly and peacefully across the border-line which divides this world we know from that other world whose ways are hidden from our sight, it came upon her less as a shock than as the inevitable ending of a long suspense.
"I wish--I wish I'd seen him just once more," she said wistfully.
"To--to say good-bye." Kitty searched the depths of her bag and withdrew a sealed envelope.
"I think he must have known that," she said gently.

"He left this to be given to you." She gave the letter into the girl's hands and, signing to Penelope to follow her, quitted the room, leaving Nan alone with her dead.
In the silence of the empty room Nan read the last words, of her beloved Uncle David that would ever reach her.
"I think this is good-bye, Nan," he had written.

"But don't grieve overmuch, my dear.