"I've been rather seedy.

Just out for a long walk--do you mind my taking Bunker?
Send word round to my rooms if you mind .-- R.

C." Craven had taken Bunker out for walks before and had grown fond of the dog.
There was nothing in that.

But Olva, as he stood in the middle of his room with the note in his hand, was frightened.
The result of it was that about five o'clock on that afternoon Olva paid his second visit to the dark house in Rocket Road.

His motives for going were confused, but he knew that at the back of them was a desire that he should find Margaret Craven, with her grave eyes, waiting for him in the musty little drawing-room, and that Mrs.Craven, that mysterious woman, should not be there.