I am planning a ride into the mountains before leaving," pleasantly.

"I hope I shall see you again." "You're quite liable to," an ugly curl to the lip, "maybe more than you'll want.

Good night." Miss Donovan stood there motionless after the door closed behind her guest.

She was conscious of the sting in those final words, the half-expressed threat, but the smile did not desert her lips.

Her only thought was that the other was angry, irritated over her failure, her inability to make a report to her masters.