any her home.

"I wish to speak to you about something," she told him.

Jasper was delighted, and after they had said good-night to the rest
they walked slowly down the lighted lane toward the main road.

"This is like fairyland," Lois remarked. "I never expected to see
anything like this."

"It was done for David's sake," Jasper replied. "And wasn't he
surprised and delighted? I think I was as much excited as he was."

"Have you any idea why the company should do all this for his sake?"
Lois enquired. "Who is he, anyway?"

"I have not the slightest idea," was the reply. "Everything has been a
profound mystery to me from the beginning. There is something most
interesting back of it all, mark my word. Mr. Westcote evidently
knows, but he has never enlightened me. Perhaps his daughter knows
something."

"If she does she has never told me. Sometimes I think she knows, but
is not at liberty to speak. Oh, what's that?" and Lois gave a sudden
start. "I thought I heard something among the trees. But I guess it
was nothing, only my nerves," and she gave a slight laugh.

"Perhaps it was merely some animal," Jasper suggested. "It may have
been a dog or a rabbit. Any slight noise sounds large at night."

"Let us hurry on," Lois urged. "I am afraid that I am somewhat upset
to-night. I had such a start on my way to the Haven that I have not
got over it yet."

"I saw that there was something wrong with you when you came into the
house," Jasper replied.

"Did you? I was hoping that no one noticed it."

"What was the matter?"

"It was a man."

"Oh, was that all? I thought that perhaps it was a bear."

"But a man can be far worse than a bear, Mr. Randall. I would not mind
meeting a bear half as much as a brute in the form of a man."

"What, did he frighten you, or try to harm you in any way?" Jasper
stopped short in his tracks and waited for an answer. He was beginning
to understand now that Lois' fright was something not to be treated
lightly.

"Oh, no," Lois hastened to explain. "He didn't even speak to me. But
I saw him cross the brightly-lighted lane leading to the Haven. He
plunged among the trees and disappeared."

"Did you know him?" Jasper asked, now much interested.

"Yes. I met him once in the city at Mrs. Dingle's party. He is an
English artist, Sydney Bramshaw by name, and he affected me then like a
terrible night-mare. I could not get him out of my mind for weeks. I
have