"It was he killed Hollins, of course!--and if he wanted to kill you yon time in the yacht, he'll want again!" "It's small chance he'll get, then, now!" I said.

"There's no fear of that, Maisie--amongst all yon lot of men above.

Away you go, now, and get to your bed, and as sure as sure I'll be home to eat my breakfast with you.

It's my opinion all this is at an end." "Not while yon man's alive!" she answered.

"And I'd have far rather stayed with you--till it's daylight, anyway." However, she let me put her into the car; and when I had charged the policeman who went with her not to take his eyes off her until she was safe in Andrew Dunlop's house, they went off, and Mr.Lindsey and I turned up the stair again.