But after a while the night and the time and the place worked their own spell, and the troubled look dropped away; the dull eyes lighted, the grim features softened, and the curious crooked smile that was Nature's birth-gift to him broke down the rigid lines of the "bleak slit" and looped up one corner of his mouth. It was magic ground, this heath--a place thick set as the Caves of Manheur with the Sapphires of Memory--and to a nature such as his these things could not but appeal. Here Dollops had come into his life--a starveling, an outcast; derelict even in the very morning time of youth--a bit of human wreckage that another ten minutes would have seen stranded forever upon the reefs of crime. Here, too--on that selfsame night, when the devil had been cheated, and the boy had gone, and they two stood alone together in the mist and darkness--he had first laid aside the mask of respectability and told Ailsa Lorne the truth about himself! Of his Apache times--of his Vanishing Cracksman's days--and, in the telling, had watched the light die out of her dear eyes and dread of him darken them, when she knew. But not for always, thank God! For, in later days--when Time had lessened the shock, when she came to know him better, when the threads of their two lives had become more closely woven, and the hope had grown to be something more than a mere possibility.... He laughed aloud, remembering, and with a sudden rush of animal spirits twitched off his hat, flung it up and caught it as it fell, after the manner of a happy boy. God, what a world--what a glorious, glorious world! All things were possible in it if a man but walked straight and knew how to wait. Well, please God, a part, at least, of _his_ long waiting would be over in another month. _She_ would be back in England then--her long visit to the Hawksleys ended and nothing before her now but the pleasant excitement of trousseau days. For the coming autumn would see the final act of restitution made, the last Vanishing Cracksman debt paid, to the uttermost farthing; and when that time came.... He flung up his hat again and shouted from sheer excess of joy, and forged on through the mist and darkness whistling. His way lay across the great common to the Vale of Health district, and thence down a slanting road and a sloping street to the Hampstead Heath Station of the Tube Railway, and he covered the distance to such good effect that half-past eleven found him "down under," swaying to the rhythmic movement of an electric train and arrowing through the earth at a lively clip.