ent now remained. The broken mulberry branch had been neatly sawn off and the smaller branches trimmed. The blinds were drawn, the French window clamped up, and quite o

about then-ought as a matter of fact to have been married three days before. I had had no news of this. True, he might simply

grocer's shop caught my eye. I walked into the shop. I have a good many friends at the

. He asked me to go on to the Club, but I told him that I couldn't s

from him," Curtis replied. "He's bac

ask why he was not would only make talk, and, if he was at home, I could ascertain for myself at little more tr

xpression on discovering that the stranger who had come down on his roof was none other than his friend Chummy Smith, but up to that time I had not set eyes on that unruffled young criminal himself. I had guessed what this discovery must presently mean to Joan, but was unaware of that headstrong dash of Mollie's up to London, and her lagging return to Santon. I had heard Hubbard's fantastic speculations as to the nature of the mysterious apparatus Esdaile kept in his cellar, but did not know that both Rooke and Mrs. Cunningham had actuall

g, that hatched out one creeping thing after another. And, as I paused at the end of a long concrete-