It passed like a magic-lantern picture, and was gone. The distant clang of the iron gate was heard again, the avenue was deserted and silent, and Longcluse once more alone in his dream. He was looking towards the house, sometimes breaking into a few murmured words, sometimes smoking, and just as his cigarette was out he saw a figure approaching. It was Uncle David, who was walking down the avenue. It so happened that his mind was at that moment busy with Mr. Longcluse, and it was with an odd little shock, therefore, that he saw the very man--whom he fancied by that time to be at least two miles away--rise up in his path, and stand before him, smiling, in the moonlight. "Oh!--Mr. Longcluse?" exclaimed David Arden, coming suddenly to a halt. "So it is," said Longcluse, with a little laugh. "You are surprised to find me here, and I fancied I had seen your carriage go on." "So you did; it is waiting near the gate for me. Can I give you a seat into town?" "Thanks," said Longcluse, smiling; "mine is waiting for me a little further on." Longcluse walked slowly on toward the gate, with David Arden at his side. "My ward, Miss Maubray, has gone on with Lady May, and Darnley went with them. So I'm not such a brute as I should be if I were making a young lady wait while I was enjoying the moonlight." "It was this wonderful moon that led me, also, into this night-ramble on foot," said Mr. Longcluse; "I found the temptation absolutely irresistible." As they thus talked, Mr. Longcluse had formed the resolution of choosing that moment for a confidence which, considering how slender was his acquaintance with Mr. David Arden, was, to say the least, a little bold and odd. They had not very far to walk before reaching the gate, so, a little abruptly turning the course of their talk, Mr. Longcluse said, with a chilly little laugh, and a smile more pallid than ever in the moonlight-- "By-the-bye, we were talking of that shocking occurrence in the Saloon Tavern; and connected with it, I have had two threatening letters." "Indeed!" said David Arden. "Fact, I assure you," said Mr. Longcluse, with a shrug and another cold little laugh. CHAPTER XXII. MR. LONGCLUSE MAKES AN ODD CONFIDENCE. David Arden looked at Mr. Longcluse with a sudden glance, that was, for a moment, shrinking and sharp. This confidence connected with such a scene chimed in, with a harmony that was full of pain, with the utterly vague suspicions that had somehow got into his imagination.