She passed the lamp-post as if she were maakin' up Market Jew Street, but I suppose she ced 'ave turned off anywhere to the right or left." "What time was it when the wagonette reached the cross-roads on the moor, where she got in ?" "About the same time as to-night, getting on for ten, mebbe." "She was quite alone ?" "As lonely as any she ghooste, standin' theer by the old crass.

'Twaas because I thought she'd feel feersome that I spoke to her." Barrant relapsed into a thoughtful silence which lasted until the wagonette pulled up and his fellow-traveller prepared to alight.

Then he turned to him and said-- "Good-night.

I may see you again." He fumbled at the interior window as he spoke, opened it, and touched the driver on the shoulder.

"Drive me to the Central Hotel," he said.