REVAILLOUD REVISITED Never that familiar journey across France seemed to Chayne so slow.

Would he be in time?
Would he arrive too late?
The throb of the wheels beat out the questions in a perpetual rhythm and gave him no answer.

The words of Jarvice's telegram were ever present in his mind, and grew more sinister, the more he thought upon them.

"What are you waiting for?
Hurry up!" Once, when the train stopped over long as it seemed to him he muttered the words aloud and then glanced in alarm at his wife, lest perchance she had overheard them.

But she had not.