"
"What is it you fear, Godfrey?" I demanded. "Do you think Swain's in
danger?"
"I don't know what I fear; but there's something wrong over there.
This is the first night for a week that that light hasn't appeared."
"Still," I pointed out, "that may have nothing to do with Swain."
"No; but it's a coincidence that he should be in the grounds--and I'm
always afraid of coincidences. Let us see if he is back," and he
turned toward the house.
But I held his arm.
"If he's back," I said, "he'll have taken the ladders down from the
wall."
"That's true," and together we made our way forward among the trees.
Then we reached the wall, and there was the dim white line of the
ladder leaning against it. Without a word, Godfrey mounted it, stood
an instant at the top, and then came down again.
"The other ladder is still there," he said, and took off his cap and
rubbed his head perplexedly. I could not see his face, but I could
guess how tense it was. I had been with him in many trying situations,
but only once before had I seen him use that gesture!
"It won't do to alarm the house," he said, at last. "Do you know where
he was to meet Miss Vaughan?"
"At an arbour in one corner of the grounds," I answered.
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