Last summer two of them hid here, and the keepers--there was a fight." The man glanced at Keep.

Fred touched his wife on the arm.
"It's time to dress for dinner, Win," he said.
"And what are you going to do ?" demanded Winnie.
"I'm going to finish this cigar first.

It doesn't take me long to change." He turned to the butler.

"And I'll have a cocktail, too I'll have it out here." The servant left them, but in the French window that opened from the terrace to the library Mrs.Keep lingered irresolutely.

"Fred," she begged, "you--you're not going to poke around in the bushes, are you ?--just because you think I'm frightened ?" Her husband laughed at her.