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 being pinned beneath a ruined train, besought—yes, besought Harkness for deliverance.

But he had no thought at that moment of anything but his own escape. To flee from that room—from that room at any cost! He said something. Crispin did not try to keep him. They moved together into the hall.

"And you won't allow my chauffeur to drive you back"

"No, no thank you, I shall love the walk."

"Well, well. It has been delightful. We shall meet some day again I have no doubt...."

Silence flooded the house. Once more Harkness's hand touched that other soft one. The door was open. The lovely night air brushed his face, and he had stepped into the dim star-drenched garden. The door closed.