LIEUTENANT SUTCH IS TEMPTED TO LIE Durrance reached London one morning in June, and on that afternoon took the first walk of the exile, into Hyde Park, where he sat beneath the trees marvelling at the grace of his countrywomen and the delicacy of their apparel, a solitary figure, sunburnt and stamped already with that indefinable expression of the eyes and face which marks the men set apart in the distant corners of the world.

Amongst the people who strolled past him, one, however, smiled, and, as he rose from his chair, Mrs.Adair came to his side.

She looked him over from head to foot with a quick and almost furtive glance which might have told even Durrance something of the place which he held in her thoughts.

She was comparing him with the picture which she had of him now three years old.

She was looking for the small marks of change which those three years might have brought about, and with eyes of apprehension.