nshine. She must
follow Morland and find him and tell him. She was rested now, and the
walk would seem nothing. Besides, it was cooler, and a breeze had sprung
up from the sea. When the heart is light our feet seem literally to
dance along. The distance to Tangy Point to-day seemed halved. She
climbed down the steep little track from the cairn on to the shore.
Seated on a rock below the cave was a depressed-looking figure in khaki.
Morland did not stir till she came near, then he rose with a haggard
face and wild eyes.

"Lorraine, it's all U P with me!" he said breathlessly.

But for answer she waved the pocket-case.

They decided on the way home that the safest and wisest plan was to make
it into a parcel, address it to Captain Blake at the Camp, and post it
to him from Porthkeverne. He would receive it the next morning, and
would probably be satisfied and make no more enquiries as to who had
found it and forwarded it.

"So it wasn't Madame Bertier who took it after all!" commented Lorraine.

"No," said Morland thoughtfully. "But I believe she would have done it
if she'd had the chance. I've had my eyes opened to-day. I've been a
fool, Lorraine. I'm going to start a fresh page, and try to be worthy of
my best friends. I simply can't express what I owe you. You're the sort
of girl that keeps a fellow straight--some women send them on the rocks.
When I think of you, I think of everything that is true and good."

"I'm not much to boast of, I'm afraid," said Lorraine humbly, "but I'm
trying--trying hard, like many other people who are a great deal better,
and nicer, and sweeter tempered than I am."

CHAPTER XXII

The Parting of the Ways

Events, most fortunately, turned out as Lorraine and Morland had hoped.
Captain Blake received an anonymous parcel containing his lost
dispatch-case, and, judging probably that some chance passer-by had
picked it up and tardily restored it, made no further stir in the
matter. So the cloud which had threatened to break in an overwhelming
storm of ruin blew safely over, and left clear skies behind.

Lorraine returned to The Gables next morning to find the school in a
whirl of excitement over the disappearance of Madame Bertier. She had
been missing from her lodgings since the very morning when the U-boat
took in its cargo of oil from Smugglers' Cove. She had departed no one
knew whither, without even a portmanteau or a handbag, and had left
absolutely no trace of her dest