THE LADY'S PLAN I must have remained there an hour undisturbed, listening to faint sounds in the rooms above, and peering out between the iron bars at a little square of blue sky, and some waving tree branches.

Once, with ear pressed against the door, I could distinguish the regular steps of a sentinel pacing back and forth, and out of the window I caught the silhouette of a cocked hat and brown gun barrel.

Seldon was evidently guarding me with the utmost care.
By the light I judged the time somewhat beyond noon, when the door opened suddenly, and Peter appeared bearing a tray.

He was as mysteriously silent and professional as upon his first visit, not even favoring me with a glance, his mind apparently intent upon his duties, moving about noiselessly, wiping the table, and placing his load of dishes thereon with great care that all should be arranged in perfect order.

The door remained ajar during these preparations, a Queen's Ranger standing there motionless, leaning on his gun, and eying us steadily.