There was a low murmur of voices, and then the door clicked.

I never moved, watching Le Gaire go down the steps, his men swing into their saddles, at a sharp order, and ride away in column of fours.

When they had all disappeared a single horse remained, tied to the railing of the veranda.

I turned about, and picked up my hat from the floor.

Miss Hardy was seated again at the table, her head resting upon one hand.