enlightening job, too!"

So saying, he swung out of the courtyard of the house, vaulting the
window lightly, and reaching a helping hand up to Mr. Narkom, who came
through less easily, perspiring at every pore. And suddenly Cleek's
finger went up to his lips, and with a hasty "Hush!" for his wheezy
comrade, he drew back into the screen of the bushes, standing as still
as a statue, all eyes, while the amazing thing came to pass!

CHAPTER XVI

"TENS!"

"Did you see that, Mr. Narkom? Did you see that?" rapped out Cleek
excitedly, when--a few minutes later--he stepped free from the detaining
bushes and beckoned the Superintendent from his hiding-place. "Recognize
the cut of _that_ lady--eh? And notice anything else about her?"

"Only that she looked like that Lady Paula Duggan who was here a few
minutes ago," rejoined Mr. Narkom breathlessly. "But what had she got
that black thing over her head for?--sort of veil, wasn't it? Couldn't
see her face through--and gad! but how lightly she stepped!"

"Rubber shoes, my dear fellow! Where were your eyes?" snapped Cleek with
a hasty exclamation. "Off somewhere where she doesn't want to be seen.
I'll swear. And as this courtyard leads out into the backwoods of the
place, to that forest ridge which girts it about, and thence on to the
Great Free Road as it's called, she's meeting someone whom she doesn't
want any one to see--and doesn't want to be discovered in the act,
either.... Hello! here's Dollops at last! Just the very chap I was
wanting. Here, lad, there's work for you. Run along and track down that
lady in black who is disappearing so rapidly up there by the right-hand
side of the hedge--and keeping pretty close to it, too, for shelter from
the watching eye in the household. Gad! lucky thing we came out this
way, Mr. Narkom, and caught her napping. She never thought of _that_, I
suppose. Seems a woman of one idea all through, doesn't she? The
beautiful, sleepy-eyed cat-creature! I've met her kind before. All purr
and softness when she's a friend--and a perfect she-devil when an enemy.
Now, then, Dollops, your legs are nimble, so slip up after her, but
don't on any account let her know you're doing it. And I'll follow in a
moment or two. But don't let her get away without discovering where
she's going to. Mr. Narkom, you wait here, will you, and keep watch in
case she returns, or any one else in the know follows after, while I nip
up to the lady's boudoir, and en