'It was the devil's own work that our friend looked your way today.

You're pretty certain he saw that you recognized him ?' 'Absolutely.

As sure as that he knew I recognized him in your hall three years ago when he was swaggering as Lord Alloa.' 'No,' said Blenkiron dolefully, that little flicker of recognition is just the one thing you can't be wrong about.

Land alive! I wish Mr Macgillivray would come.' The bell rang, and the door opened, but it was not Macgillivray.

It was a young girl in a white ball-gown, with a cluster of blue cornflowers at her breast.