As for the watchers, they must have ceased to suspect him, when they discovered the innocent contents of his knapsack and Mrs.Morran's box.

Home for him, and a luxurious tea by his own fireside; and then an evening with his books, for Heritage's nonsense had stimulated his literary fervour.

He would dip into his old favourites again to confirm his faith.

To-morrow he would go for a jaunt somewhere--perhaps down the Clyde, or to the South of England, which he had heard was a pleasant, thickly peopled country.

No more lonely inns and deserted villages for him; henceforth he would make certain of comfort and peace.
The rain had stopped, and, as the car moved down the dreary vista of Eglinton street, the sky opened into fields of blue and the April sun silvered the puddles.