"Who on earth can it be, coming at this time of the day ?" Helen was speechless, and Philippa divined at once the cause of her agitation.

She sprang to her feet.
"Helen, you don't imagine--" she gasped.

"Listen!" There was a voice in the hail--a familiar voice, though strained a little and hoarse; Mills' decorous greetings, agitated but fervent.

And then--Major Richard Felstead! "Dick!" Helen screamed, as she threw herself into his arms.

"Oh, Dick! Dick!" It was an incoherent, breathless moment.