"It is I, Mary Traill." "Mary!" The voice ceased above on that exclamation, the head was withdrawn.

After a brief pause the door gaped wide.

Beyond it in the wide hall stood Miss Arabella, a slim, virginal figure in white, mysteriously revealed in the gleam of a single candle which she carried.
Mr.Blood strode in followed by his distraught companion, who, falling upon Arabella's slender bosom, surrendered herself to a passion of tears.

But he wasted no time.
"Whom have you here with you?
What servants ?" he demanded sharply.
The only male was James, an old negro groom.
"The very man," said Blood.

"Bid him get out horses.