severe attack of Indian fever and could not seem to recuperate, so
he started for England, coming by way of the Pacific and America. When he
got to the Atlantic coast, this last summer, some one recommended that he
should try staying a few weeks at this beach; so he took a bungalow and
spent part of the summer and autumn here, and thought he was much
benefited."

"Do excuse me for interrupting!" exclaimed Phyllis; "but was the bungalow
he rented Curlew's Nest?"

"Why, yes," hesitated Eileen, with a startled glance at her "it--it was."

"Then, do you mind telling me how it was that the name was so different?"
persisted Phyllis. "Mrs. Danforth understood that she rented it to a Mr.
Horatio Gaines."

"Oh, that was because Grandfather didn't want it in his own name,
because, you see, he's a rather well-known person in England and even
over here, and he needed a complete rest, with no danger of having to be
interviewed or called upon or anything like that. So he had his man,
Geoffrey Horatio Gaines, hire the place, and transact all the business
here in _his_ name. It saved Grandfather a lot of trouble, for Geoffrey
simply took charge of everything; and as Grandfather never went among
people here, no one was the wiser.

"After he left the cottage, he expected to go to New York and remain
there till he sailed for home. And he _did_ go there for a few days, but
his health at once grew worse, so he returned to the beach. Of course,
the bungalow was closed by that time, so he took rooms at the hotel,
farther along. It was there that I joined him. I had come over here with
friends of Mother's, earlier in the summer, and had been visiting at
their summer camp in the Adirondacks until I should join Grandfather and
return to England with him.

"I hadn't been with him more than two or three days when I realized that
something had gone awfully wrong, somehow or other. Grandfather was
worried and upset about something, and he began to watch his mail and be
anxious to avoid meeting any one. He couldn't or wouldn't explain things
to me, but had long interviews with his man, Geoffrey, who has been with
him for years and years and whom he trusts completely.

"At last, one awfully stormy night, about two weeks ago, Geoffrey
disappeared, and has never been seen or heard of since. We can't imagine
what has become of him. And the next day Grandfather was so worried about
him and the other troubles that a cold he had ran into a severe at