A TALL MAN IN GREY CLOTHES That question remained unanswered, and Brereton remained silent, until he and Avice had reached the top of the path and had come out on the edge of the wide stretch of moorland above the little town.

He paused for a moment and looked back on the roofs and gables of Highmarket, shining and glittering in the moonlight; the girl paused too, wondering at his silence.

And with a curious abruptness he suddenly turned, laid a hand on her arm, and gave it a firm, quick pressure.
"Look here!" he said.

"I'm going to trust you.

I'm going to say to you what I haven't said to a soul in that town!--not even to Tallington, who's a man of the law, nor to Bent, who's my old friend.