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developed. It was the car. He shaded his eyes 

 as it approached. Three people were on it: 

 Moriarty and two others — a woman and a man. 



The idea that the bailiS and the governess were 

 arriving together, allied forces prepared to attack 

 him, crossed his brain for one wild instant. Then 

 he dismissed it. Moriarty was much too clever a 

 diplomat to allow such a thing as that. 



Then, as the car came up the drive, he saw that 

 the woman was a young and pretty girl, and the 

 man youthful and well-dressed, and, concluding 

 that the governess had vanished into thin air, and 

 that these were visitors of some sort, he hurried 

 back to the house and shouted for Norah, the 

 parlour-maid. 



" Open the drawing-room and pull up the 

 bhnds," cried Mr French. " There's visitors 

 coming. Let them in, and tell them I'll be down 

 in a minute." 



He ran upstairs to make himseK tidy, being at 

 the moment attired in a shocking old shooting- 

 coat gone at the elbows, and, as to his feet, i,n a 

 pair of carpet slippers. 



As he changed he heard the visitors being ad- 

 mitted, and then Norah came tumbhng up the 

 stairs and thumped at his door. 



" They're in the draaing-room, sir." 



" All right," said Mr French. " I'U be down in 

 a minute." 



Mr Dashwood and his companion had break- 

 fasted together at the inn. The double free- 



