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sedate, elderly lady assisting, even unwillingly, in 

 the marooning of the baihjff, had amused him, 

 but that was nothing to the fact that Moriarty had 

 used her for bait. 



This morning, however, the amusement had 

 worn off, and he was reckoning uncomfortably on 

 an interview with an outraged elderly female, who 

 would possibly carry her resentment to the point 

 of renouncing her situation and returning home. 



He looked at his watch. It pointed to haK-past 

 ten. He looked at the road winding away, a white 

 streak utterly destitute of life or sign of Moriarty, 

 the car, or the dreaded governess. The fine 

 weather still held, and the distant hills stood out 

 grand in the brave morning Ught. 



The gossoon sent by Moriarty the previous day 

 had announced that Moriarty was going to drive 

 the bailiff to the " ould castle " and drop him 

 there, at the same time giving full details of the 

 plan. The arrival of the outraged baihff had to be 

 counted on later in the day, and would, no doubt, 

 form a counterpart to the arrival of the outraged 

 governess. 



To a man of French's philosophical nature, how- 

 ever, these things were, to quote Sophocles, " in 

 the future," non-existent at present, and not worth 

 bothering about till they materiahsed themselves. 



As he stood, casting a leisurely glance over the 

 great sweep of country that lay before him, a 

 black, moving speck far away on the road caught 

 his eye. He watched it as it drew nearer and 



