e, oh! please, keep away
from the river."

"Very well, dear," I promised, "I will, unless an urgent duty takes me
there. We must solve this mystery somehow, and it may mean my going to
the river. But I promise not to run any unnecessary risks."

"I'll keep an eye on him and see that he takes care of himself, Miss
McLeod," said Dennis, coming to the rescue.

"Thank you, Mr. Burnham," the girl replied, "but you know it applies
to you as well. You must look after yourself also."

"By the way, dear," I asked, changing the subject, "have you a copy of
this week's _Pictures_?"

"I'm afraid not," she answered. "Must it be the _Pictures_? I've just
been looking at another illustrated paper."

"Looking at what?" I cried, jumping to my feet. "Darling, who's
talking about running risks?"

"Oh, it's all right, dear," she assured me. "I got Mary to bring my
dark-room lamp down to the den and just glanced at the pictures by the
red light. But I won't do it again, if it alarms you, dear. All the
same, I'm quite sure I could see by daylight."

"You promised Garnesk you wouldn't till you heard from him, darling,"
I urged. "It might be very dangerous, so please don't for my sake."

"Very well, then," Myra sighed, "I'll try to be good. But I hope he'll
write soon."

"Where do you think we could get a copy of the paper?" I asked
shortly.

"If it's frightfully important, dear, you might get one in Glenelg,
and, failing that, Doctor Whitehouse would lend you his. I know he
takes it in. Why are you so keen about it?"

"We'll go into the den and tell you everything in a minute or two,
dear," I promised. "Is there any objection to my sending Angus in to
the doctor?"

"None whatever," Myra declared, "he can go now if you like."

So after I had despatched Angus into the village with strict
instructions not to come back without a copy of the paper if he valued
his life, we all adjourned to Myra's den, and my friend and I told her
in detail everything that had happened. About an hour and a half later
Angus returned with the paper. I took it from him with a hurried word
of thanks and nervously turned over the pages.

"Ah! here's a page I didn't see," I exclaimed excitedly, but the only
thing on the whole page was a photograph of a new dancer appearing in
London. Without waiting for me to do so, Dennis leaned over me and
turned the page over with a quick jerk of the wrist.

"Phew!" I exclaimed involuntarily, and Dennis gave a lon