CHAPTER XXV.
LIFE OUT OF DEATH.
The sound of kicking, or knocking, grew louder every moment: and at last a door opened somewhere near us. "Did you say 'come in!' Sir?" my landlady asked timidly.
"Oh yes, come in!" I replied. "What's the matter?"
"A note has just been left for you, Sir, by the baker's boy. He said he was passing the Hall, and they asked him to come round and leave it here."
The note contained five words only. "Please come at once. Muriel."
