Rathbury, New Scotland Yard, London. 
  Arrest Jane Baylis at once for murder of John Maitland. 
  Coming straight to town with full evidence.

  Frank Spargo_.

Then Spargo dropped on the office bench, and while the wondering operator set the wires ticking, strove to get his breath, utterly spent in his mad race across the heather.  And when it was got he set out again—­to find the station.

Some days later, Spargo, having seen Stephen Aylmore walk out of the Bow Street dock, cleared of the charge against him, and in a fair way of being cleared of the affair of twenty years before, found himself in a very quiet corner of the Court holding the hand of Jessie Aylmore, who, he discovered, was saying things to him which he scarcely comprehended.  There was nobody near them and the girl spoke freely and warmly.

“But you will come—­you will come today—­and be properly thanked,” she said.  “You will—­won’t you?”

Spargo allowed himself to retain possession of the hand.  Also he took a straight look into Jessie Aylmore’s eyes.

“I don’t want thanks,” he said.  “It was all a lot of luck.  And if I come—­today—­it will be to see—­just you!”

Jessie Aylmore looked down at the two hands.

“I think,” she whispered, “I think that is what I really meant!”

THE END