Winter's query as to whether he had met any one on the road would have done so.

   "Met any one?" said Mannering; "I should think I have. Met the most wonderful motor I've ever seen, about a couple of miles back. 'Pon my soul, I'm not sure even now whether it was not a big night bird, for it just swooped by me with about as much noise as a humming-top might make. It must have been travelling eighty miles an hour at least. Reckless sort of devil the driver must be too. He hadn't a single light. I suppose his lamps must have been put out by the rapidity with which he was travelling. Never had such a scare in my life. I'd like to meet the Johnny. I'd welcome an opportunity of telling him what I thought of his conduct."

   "So should I," replied Winter, grimly; "and I fancy Sutgrove would not be averse to a meeting with him."

   "Why, what has he been doing?" asked Mannering.

   "It's too long a story to tell you now," said Winter, as he climbed back into his seat; "but if you will come up to my place as soon as you have put your car to bed, I'll tell you all about it."

   "Right!" sang out Mannering, as we once more

   set out upon our homeward way. We had not much further to go. In two minutes we had pulled up at Colonel Maitland's door.

   I leaned back and shouted, "Here we are, Colonel," in the slumbering warrior's ear.

   "Eh! What—what?" he replied, as he awakened with a start. "When are we going to start?"

   "Start? Why we've brought you safely home to your own threshold," said Winter.

   "'Pon my soul! I remember now," he answered. "I just shut my eyes to keep the dust out of 'em, and—— You will come in for a peg, of course," he continued, as he emerged from the rugs in which he had been enveloped.

   I glanced at the windows. There was only a light in the Colonel's study. If there had been another in the drawing-room, I should have accepted forthwith. As it was, I merely said that I could not think of disturbing Miss Maitland.

   "Pooh!" said the Colonel, with the usual callous disregard of the mere father for his children's beauty sleep.

   But he did not press the invitation. Indeed it was with difficulty he succeeded in repressing a yawn.

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