I bowed my head silently, thankful and deeply impressed with the strange turn taken by events and the sudden light let in upon the darkness that had surrounded us.

The rest of the adventures that began in the sleeping-car between Calais and Basle, and came abruptly to an end on the North African shore, may soon be told.  Our first act was to return to England at the very earliest opportunity, and we embarked that evening on a Forwood steamer direct for London, which port we reached in less than five days.

Town was empty, and we did not linger there.  Nothing could be done in the Courts, as it was the legal vacation, but Henriette’s solicitors arranged to send out a commission to take the Bruels’ evidence at Tangier, and to bring the matter before The President at the earliest opportunity.

As for ourselves, I persuaded Henriette to take a cottage at Marlow on the Upper Thames, where Colonel Annesley was a constant guest, and Charlie Forrester.  We four passed many idle halcyon days on the quiet river, far from the noise of trains, and content to leave Bradshaw in the bottom of the travelling-bag, where it had been thrown at the end of our feverish wanderings.

Once again we had recourse to it, however, when we started on our honeymoon, Basil and I. Once more we found ourselves at Calais with Philpotts, but no encumbrances, bound on a second, a far happier, and much less eventful journey by the Engadine express.

THE END.

L.C.  Page & Company’s Announcement List of New Fiction

Haunters of the Silences, BY CHARLES G.D.  ROBERTS, author of “Red Fox,” “The Watchers of the Trails,” etc.

Cloth, one volume, with many drawings by Charles Livingston Bull, four of which are in full color $2.00

The stories in Mr. Roberts’s new collection are the strongest and best he has ever written.

He has largely taken for his subjects those animals rarely met with in books, whose lives are spent “In the Silences,” where they are the supreme rulers.  Mr. Roberts has written of them sympathetically, as always, but with fine regard for the scientific truth.

“As a writer about animals, Mr. Roberts occupies an enviable place.  He is the most literary, as well as the most imaginative and vivid of all the nature writers.”—­Brooklyn Eagle.

“His animal stories are marvels of sympathetic science and literary exactness.”—­New York World.

The Lady of the Blue Motor.  By G. SIDNEY PATERNOSTER, author of “The Cruise of the Motor-Boat Conqueror,” “The Motor Pirate,” etc.

Cloth decorative, with a colored frontispiece by John C. Frohn $1.50

The Lady of the Blue Motor is an audacious heroine who drove her mysterious car at breakneck speed.  Her plea for assistance in an adventure promising more than a spice of danger could not of course be disregarded by any gallant fellow motorist.  Mr. Paternoster’s hero rose promptly to the occasion.  Across France they tore and across the English Channel.  There, the escapade past, he lost her.