"I'm delighted to see you, dear; but, sure, you are riding very late.

And is there anything the matter ?" "Yes," gasped Audrey breathlessly.

"I mean no, I hope not.

My husband has--has gone to try to save Phil Turner; and--and he left a note for you, which I was to deliver.

He went away in the night, but he--of course he'll--be back--soon!" Her voice faltered and died away.