But half a mile down the road, they came upon a slow-going, limping wayfarer.

It was Count Zerbst.

After a long discussion with Mrs.Dangerfield he had decided that since Erebus had slipped away back to the knoll, it would be impossible for him to find his way to it unguided; and he had set out for Muttle Deeping Grange.

In the course of his chase of Erebus and his walk back his patent leather boots had found him out with great severity; and he was indeed footsore.

He stepped into the grateful car with a deep sigh of relief.
A depressed party gathered round the luncheon table; Miss Lambart alone was cheerful.