MY LADY OPENS HER MOVTH

Herman had yet to be watered and fed ... and
searched. . . .
" John."
I turned to see Olivia, dish-cloth in hand.
" Have you got your pistol this time ? "
I tapped my coat-pocket.
" But I don't think I'll need it/' I said.
" Well, don't hang about/' said Olivia. " If Harris
looked up and saw you, he might feel cross."
Here lie drawbridge began to move, and a moment
later I was over the water and running along the
road . . .
Had all .our tasks been as easy as the taking of that
car, this tale would have been a record of smooth
success. Had Harris looked up, I doubt if he could
have seen me, and he could not have heard the engine
because he was moving between the two cascades,
and though he w^s some way from either, their
constant rush was siuficient to close his ears. Indeed,
I was not gone two minutes, but was in the courtyard
again before Hubert had made his way back from the
windlass-room.
Without more ado we put the two cars in a coach-
house, as Olivia had advised—as it proved, in the
nick of time, for as I was closing the doors, Stiven
came pelting from the ramparts to say that the
chauffeur from Haydn was on the road of approach.
He had come by way of the kitchen and, happily,
warned Olivia as he went by, for Hubert and he had
.hardly time to enter the harness-room before the
chauffeur appeared.
Olivia must have run like the wind, for as the man
left his car, the front door was opened and she descended
the steps. Thanks to her wit, he took his leave
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