igarette into the grate and jumped to her feet before I had time to
help her.

"Bed-time," she cried. "Mine, at any rate.

"I'll see you to your room," said I, lighting one of the candles. Then
I picked up her grey fur coat and laid it over my arm.

"Adam," said Eve.

I looked up and across at her, standing straight by the other side of
the hearth, the leaping flames lighting her tumbled hair. One foot was
on the kerb, and her left hand hitching her dress in the front a
little, as women do. The other she held, palm downwards to the blaze,
warming it. I marked the red glow between its slight fingers, making
them rosy. Her eyes still gazed into the fire.

"Yes," said I.

"If Jill were here, Adam, would you kiss her good night?"

The next morning, with the help of the high collar and a little
strategy, my companion's incognito was preserved, and by half-past
eleven we had breakfasted and were once more in the car. It was
another brilliant day, and at five minutes past twelve we ran into
Steeple Abbas. Eve was sitting in front by my side this time. As we
turned into the main street, I slowed down. Outside 'The Three Bulls'
stood the limousine, weather-beaten a little and its nickel work dull,
but seemingly all right. In the middle of the road stood a chauffeur,
his cap pushed back and a hand to his head. As we approached, he
looked away from the little writing-block and stared up at the
signboard of the inn. When he heard the car approaching, he made for
the pavement, turning a puzzled face in our direction. At that moment
I heard Jill's voice.

"Berry, Berry, I can hear a car coming. I expect it's Boy."

There was not a moment to lose. Quick as a flash I drew alongside the
limousine, which stood on our left between us and the hotel. Then I
stopped, stood up, leaned across my companion and opened the big car's
door.

"Good-bye, dear," I said.

The next moment she had changed cars. To thrust her rug and
dressing-case after her was the work of a second. For a moment I held
her hand to my lips. Then I shut the door, slipped back into my seat,
and drove on and in to the kerb. As I pulled up, Jill came running
down the steps of the inn.

"Then you got home all right, Boy?"

Before I had time to answer, Berry appeared in the doorway. "Aha,"
said he, "the brave's return! Skaul! You are late, but never mind.
Skaul again, my pathfinder. I thought of you when I was going to bed.
Was the sn