caught and retained in a firm
grip.

"I apologize," he said at once, still however, holding on to her hand,
"I thought it was the purse."

Peggy jerked her hand loose indignantly, and speechless with wrath she
hurried toward the door only to find that she had mistaken her
direction. In her effort to recover her bearings she become hopelessly
confused, stumbled noisily over a bench, and fell headlong into the arms
of her companion.

"You had better sit down again," he remarked coolly as he returned her
to her seat and sat down calmly beside her. As he did so Peggy noted
curiously the dim attractive silhouette of his head and the remarkably
good line from ear to shoulder.

"I am going at once," she said haughtily, but without moving.

"You can't," the man beside her replied, "and if you promise not to cry
or fall over any more benches I will tell you why--although I myself do
not object to the latter," he continued judicially, "but for the sake of
your own bones, merely."

Peggy ignored the last.

"Why can't I go?" she said defiantly.

"Because the door is locked," he explained succinctly.

"We can both scream or you can throw a bench through the window," said
Peggy triumphantly.

The unseen laughed a nice laugh that Peggy liked.

"In that latter case, beside the fact that there is no window, we would
surely be had up before the head-warden of this old jail. Besides, do
you know what time it is?"

"About tea time," said Peggy who had lunched frugally at one of the
tea-shops on a cup of tea and a jam roll.

"Just before you woke up," said her companion, "I used my last match--it
always is the last in a case like this--to look at my watch. It was
half-past twelve. Remember, you promised----" at a warning gurgle from
Peggy.

Then suddenly a laugh rang out sweet and clear in the darkness of the
musty chapel, a laugh that echoed into the recesses of the old
tombs--perhaps in its musical cadences stirring pleasantly the haughty
slumber of their noble occupants.

"What are you laughing at?" said the voice suspiciously.

"An adventure at last!" Peggy cried, clapping her hands applaudingly.

"I am glad you take it so cheerfully," returned her companion. "There is
only one thing to do," he continued practically, "I thought it out for
myself before you woke up and complicated matters by your appearance. Of
course with sufficient yelling we can arouse the barrack sentry, and for
our pains we'd probably have the