When she did come into the garden, her eyes fell at once on the lawyer and the detective.

They slept on the bench.

The lawyer's head rested affably on the detective's shoulder.

He looked not only redder but thinner, as if his quest in the warm wood had shrunk him a little.
[Illustration: They slept on the bench] Pollyooly did not awaken them; she went quietly into the house, and was welcomed by Eglantine with kisses and reproaches for the fright she had given her by her delay.

Though in the end persuaded that she had not been murdered by the lawyer and the detective, she had begun to fear lest she were lost in the wood.