So good-bye! "Doris." Jeff Ironside looked up from the letter, and out across the grey meadows.

His face was pale, the square jaw absolutely rigid; but there was no anger in his eyes, only the iron of an implacable determination.
For several seconds he watched the feathery snowflakes drifting over the fields; then, with absolute steadiness, he returned both letter and ring to the envelope, placed them in his pocket, and, turning, left the room.
Granny Grimshaw met him at the foot of the stairs.

"Oh, Master Jeff," she said, "I am that worried.

We can't find Mrs.Ironside." Jeff paused an instant and turned his grim face to her.

"It's all right, Granny.