Then they heard a little protesting cry from Helen, and a good-humoured laugh from Richard.

The door was thrown open.
"You don't mind our coming through to the gun room, Phil ?" her brother asked.

"We're not--My God!" There was a queer silence, broken by Helen, who stood on the threshold, the picture of distress.
"I tried to get him to go the other way, Philippa." Richard took a quick step forward.

His hands were outstretched.
"Bertram!" he exclaimed.

"Is this a miracle?
You here with my sister ?" Lessingham held out his hand.