And now farewell.

Come not again by day, but slip in by the door in the archway when all be wrapped in gloom.

So it is safest." Cuthbert drew a deep breath of relief when he stood once again in the fresh air.

He walked rapidly through the familiar sunny streets and strove to forget the impression made upon him by the recent interview.
"Plots, plots, plots!" he muttered--"nothing but dark plots, and the hope that things will thus be set right.

I misdoubt me if it will ever be by such means.