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He sank into a chair, with a groan What use? This creature, fine as silk, the heiress of all that youth had to offer in daintiness and charone too far on the road to hell, ever to find such a heaven open to hi, but grayback the curtain of darkness when he came from his absorption with a start Somebody had tapped thrice for ad wo into the semi-darkness toward him

"Is it you, Phyl?" she asked

The cattle On the spur of thespeech The eyes of his visitor, becoht, saw before her the outline of a h of apology

"It's Phil, isn't it?"

There was no way out of it "No--it's not Phil Come in, ma'am, and I'll explain," said Buck Weaver

Instead, she turned and ran headlong, along the passage, down the stairs, and into the kitchen Here she ca mistress

"What's the host"

"I have! At least, I've seen athere?" de for you I wakened and found you gone I thought--oh, I don't knohat I thought"

Phyllis knew perfectly how it had coossip She had to have her little pug nose in everybody's business

"So you think you saw somebody in my room?" her mistress said quietly

"I don't think I saw hiested the other, with a hint of gentle scorn

"No--he was a stranger I think it was Mr Weaver, but I'm not sure"

"Nonsense, Anna! Don't be foolish What would he be doing there? I'll go and see myself You stay here"

She went, and returned presently "Itabout it, Anna No use stirring up bogeys nohen everybody is excited over the escape of that ht, irl maintained obstinately

"No doubt it was Phil He was up to see me"

Anna said no more then; but she took occasion later to find out fro hi the hills until after six o'clock One by one she eliminated every man in the house as a possibility In the end, she could not doubt her eyes and her ears Her young mistress had lied to her to save the man in her room