They reached the open country and drew up in due time before the lodge gates of what seemed to be a very large estate. There was no sign as yet of the General. Mr. Hurn descended briskly and at once embarked upon a survey of the neighbourhood. Lavendale lit a cigarette and paused to watch the approach of a great limousine car rushing up the hill. It passed them in a cloud of dust,--he stood staring after it. Notwithstanding the closed windows, he had caught a glimpse of a face, of eyes gazing with strained intentness out on to his side of the road--the face of a woman convulsed with urgency--the woman who had played such queer havoc with his thoughts. Almost at the same moment there was a rasping voice in his ear. 'Say, Mr. Lavendale, there's just one thing I ought to have warned you people about, you don't want any spectators to this show. There ain't no one on this earth has seen what you are going to see.' Lavendale was conscious of a queer flash of premonition. They three--the girl, the crazy little American and he himself--at this critical moment seemed to have come once more together. What was the girl doing out here? Could her appearance really be fortuitous? The little man's warning became automatically associated with this unexpected glimpse of her. Then, with a returning impulse of sanity, Lavendale brushed his suspicions on one side. 'There'll only be farm labourers within sight, anyway,' he remarked. 'You see, no one could have known that we were coming here.' 'That may be so or it mayn't,' Mr. Hurn replied dryly. 'Anyway, I guess this is the boss coming along.' An open touring car, driven by a man in khaki, drew up at the lodge gate. General Bembridge descended briskly and came towards them, followed by Captain Merrill. 'Glad to see you are punctual, Mr. Hurn,' he said. 'Now, if you please, I am at your disposal for a quarter of an hour. What is it that you have brought to show me?' 'That's all right, General,' Mr. Hurn replied affably. 'You don't need to worry. I've been taking my fixings round here. Just step this way.' He shambled along across the turf. The others followed him, the General walking by Lavendale's side. 'Hasn't your friend brought any apparatus to show us?' he inquired irritably. 'What's he going to do?' 'Heaven knows, sir!' Lavendale replied. 'He has told me nothing. If it weren't for those letters he showed you, I should have thought he was a lunatic.' Mr. Hurn assembled the little party about twenty-five yards ahead of a fringe of trees which bordered the road-side and terminated after a slight break in a compact little spinney. He turned to Captain Merrill. 'Say, young man,' he suggested, 'you just hop round the other side and make sure there's no one about.' Merrill, in obedience to a glance from the General, hurried off. The latter turned towards Mr. Hurn. 'You are leaving us very much in the dark, sir, he remarked. 'What is it that you propose to attempt?'