186 THE SILVER FOX 



entrance into the lane, and the hammock 

 was carried into a yard where strange 

 lumber lay about; a broken pumping- 

 engine, signal-posts, long white gates. 



"Mr. Glasgow's . house was nearest,'' said 

 Slaney, with her eyes on the ground. " Dr. 

 Hallahan is afraid to take him farther." 



The back door of the house was open, 

 and they went in, finding themselves in the 

 kitchen. 



" Nobody in," said Dr. Hallahan, explor- 

 ing the back premises rapidly, " and no one 

 here either," opening and shutting the door 

 of Glasgow's office. ''Carry him up. I know 

 the house." 



The hammock, with its light burden, was 

 engineered up a narrow staircase; as Lady 

 Susan followed, she noticed Glasgow's gloves 

 on the hall- table, his hunting- croj) in a rack. 

 They reminded her of all that was now so 

 very far away, they added inconceivably 

 to his reality and yet to his remoteness. 

 Meeting him again would be more difficult 

 than she had thought. 



