Yes! Alan Hawke is the only man whom I fear now as to the safety of either the girl or the jewels.

He seems to have had many old dealings with Hugh Johnstone, too!" They were silent as they threaded the beautiful Surrey garden lanes of the old burgh of Sheen.

Loved by the bluff Harrys of the English throne, its beauties sung by poet and deputed by artist, the charming declivities of Richmond gained a new name from Henry VII, and its bosky shades once saw a kingly Edward, a Henry, and a mighty Elizabeth drop the scepter of Great Britain from the palsied hand of Death.

Its little parish church to-day hides the ashes of the pensive pastoral poet Thomson, and the bones of the great actor Kean.

But, Anstruther's active mind was only dwelling in the present, as Miss Mildred nodded in the carriage.