IN THE MISTS Their first glimpse of the night, as Hunterleys and Lane passed out through the grudgingly opened door, was sufficiently disconcerting.

A little murmur of dismay broke from the assembled crowd.

Nothing was to be seen but a dense bank of white mist, through which shone the brilliant lights of the automobiles waiting at the door.

Monsieur le Directeur hastened about, doing his best to reassure everybody.
"If I thought it was of the slightest use," he declared, "I would ask you all to stay, but when the clouds once stoop like this, there is not likely to be any change for twenty-four hours, and we have not, alas! sleeping accommodation.

If the cars are slowly driven and kept to the inside, it is only a matter of a mile or two before you will drop below the level of the clouds." Hunterleys and Lane made their way out to the front, and with their coat collars turned up, groped their way to the turf on the other side of the avenue.