that all is clear, and so we may proceed without fear. Mr Shaw has asked me to take you to him." "Where is he?" "At Rockingham, beyond Kettering," was her reply, and as she turned her splendid brown eyes upon me, I judged her to be about nineteen or twenty, and saw that hers was a face more perfect in its beauty than ever I had before gazed upon. Her sombre black heightened the pallor of her complexion, yet her lips were full and red, her soft cheeks dimpled and perfect in their contour, while her large splendid eyes revealed an inexpressible sweetness and charm. From the first moment I realized that she was full of good-humour, with a bright, cheerful disposition, and yet quiet of manner and full of exquisite refinement. The expression in her great wide-open eyes was perhaps just a trifle too shrewd, and she seemed, as I began to chat with her, possessed of a ready wit and a quaint philosophy.Of her wondrous and striking beauty there could be no two opinions. She was perfect, from the crown of her neat little straw motor-bonnet to the top of her brown glace shoe. Her hands were small and well-gloved, and her pointed chin gave to her sweet delicate face an air of piquant irresponsibility that added greatly to her attractiveness.

Between the smart chauffeur and ourselves the window was closed; therefore we could converse without being overheard.

"Mr Shaw told me how generously you assisted him when you met at Totnes," she exclaimed at last. "Ah, Mr Kemball!" she added, suddenly growing very serious, "you cannot tell how great a service you rendered us then."

"Us?" I echoed. "Then I presume you are a relation?"

"His daughter," she replied, "or, to be quite correct, his adopted daughter. My name is Asta--Asta Seymour. So perhaps I may be permitted to thank you, Mr Kemball, for the generous assistance you gave in securing my foster-father's escape."

"No thanks are needed, Miss Seymour, I assure you," I declared. "But tell me, why is he in dread of the police?"

"Of that you will learn soon enough, I fear," she replied in a hard, changed voice, which had a distant touch of sadness in it.

"Yes. But is there not a grave danger in returning to England?"

"He was compelled to do so--first in order to meet you at Totnes, and now for a second reason, in connection with the unfortunate death of poor Mr Melvill Arnold."

"You, of course, knew Mr Arnold," I 

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