we stepped into it Mr. Wetherell cried to the coach man:
"Home, and as fast as you can go."
Next moment we were being whirled down the drive at a pace which at any other time I should have thought dangerous. Throughout the journey we sat almost silent wrapped up in our anxieties and forebodings; hoping almost against hope that when we arrived at Potts Point we should find Phyllis awaiting us there. At last we turned into the grounds, and on reaching the house I sprang out and rang the bell, then went down to help my companion to alight. The butler opened the door and descended the steps to take the rugs. Wetherell stopped him almost angrily, crying:
"Where is your mistress? Has she come home?"
The expression of surprise on the man's face told me, before he had time to utter a word, that our hopes were not destined to be realised.
"Miss Phyllis, sir?" the man said. "Why, she's at the ball at Government 'Ouse."
Wetherell turned from him with a great sigh, and taking my arm went heavily up the steps into the hall.
"Come to my study, Mr. Hatteras," he said, "and let me confer with you. For God's sake don't desert me in my hour of need!"
"You need have no fear of that," I answered. "If it is bad for you, think what it is for me." And then we went upstairs together.
Reaching his study, Mr. Wetherell led the way in and sat down. On a side table I noticed a decanter of whisky and some glasses. Without asking permission I went across to them and poured out a stiff nobbier for him.
"Drink this," I said; "it will pull you together a
