But I was not destined to do so. On returning to the house I found that both the Major and his wife were in a state of complete prostration. They seemed to cling to the idea of my presence. It was of no use for me to point out to them that the police patrol was camped, so to say, right under their very windows, not to mention Falkner and Kendrew in the house itself. They would not hear of my leaving that night. Edith, too, begged me to fall in with their wishes. A refusal might be dangerous to her father, she put it. Utterly exasperated and amazed at the selfishness, as I deemed it, of the old people, I seemed to have run my head against a blank wall. "Look here, Edith," I said. "They are simply sacrificing Aida by throwing obstacles in my way like this. What am I to do?" "This," she answered. "Fall in with their wishes, till they are asleep. They will sleep, if only through sheer exhaustion, and if they don't I'll take care that they do, through another agency. Then, carry out your own plan and God bless you in it." "God bless you, for the brave resourceful girl you are," I rejoined. "Manvers and I have been knocking together a scheme, and nothing on God's earth is going to interfere with it. Well, we'll make believe-- but, at midnight I'm off, no matter what happens." "That's right, Glanton," said Kendrew, who had entered with an opportuneness that under other and less interested circumstances I should have regarded as suspicious. "Edith and I will take care of the old birds, never fear." Utterly heartsick, and though unconsciously so, physically weary by reason of the awful strain of the last twelve hours, I only sought to be alone. I went into the room I always occupied and shut myself in. Sleep? Yes, I would welcome it, if only as a respite. I don't know whether it came or not. CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT. WHAT JAN BOOM TOLD. It seemed as though I had slept five minutes when I started wide awake, listening. There was a faint sound of scratching upon the window pane. Then it ceased, to be followed by a succession of gentle taps. Noiselessly I got out of bed, and drawing my revolver from its holster, stood listening once more. There was no mistake about it. Somebody was trying to attract my attention. Even then--in that tense moment, the drear anguish of yesterday surged like a wave through my mind; but, upon it a gleam of hope. What was this fresh mystery, for, of course, it was in some way connected with the suggestion of tragedy--with the mysterious disappearance of my love? There were no curtains, only blinds. Softly, noiselessly, I slipped to the window and displaced one of these, just sufficiently to leave a crack to be able to see through. The moon was shining, bright and clear, and all in the front of the house was illuminated almost as though by daylight I made out a dark figure crouching under the window, and held the revolver clenched and ready as I put up the sash. "Who?" I said, in the Zulu.