There was something about the fellow that I liked. I even felt a certain pity for him as I passed him and rode on. He seemed simple and guileless, but with a dogged manliness beneath his absurdities. He was undoubtedly deeply attached to Helen Holbrook and his pursuit of her partook of a knight-errantish quality that would have appealed to me in other circumstances; but he was the most negligible figure that had yet appeared in the Holbrook affair, and as I put my horse to the lope my thoughts reverted to Red Gate. That chess game and Helen's visit to her father were still to be explained; if I could cut those cards out of the pack I should be ready for something really difficult. I employed myself with such reflections as I completed my sweep round the lake, reaching Glenarm shortly after two o'clock. I was hot and hungry, and grateful for the cool breath of the house as I entered the hall. "Miss Holbrook is waiting in the library," Ijima announced; and in a moment I faced Miss Pat, who stood in one of the open French windows looking out upon the wood. She appeared to be deeply absorbed and did not turn until I spoke. "I have waited for some time; I have something of importance to tell you, Mr. Donovan," she began, seating herself. "Yes, Miss Holbrook." "You remember that this morning, on our way to the chapel, Helen spoke of our game of chess yesterday?" "I remember perfectly," I replied; and my heart began to pound suddenly, for I knew what the next sentence would be. "Helen was not at St. Agatha's at the time she indicated." "Well, Miss Pat," I laughed, "Miss Holbrook doesn't have to account to me for her movements. It isn't important--" "Why isn't it important?" demanded Miss Pat in a sharp tone that was new to me. She regarded me severely, and as I blinked under her scrutiny she smiled a little at my discomfiture. "Why, Miss Holbrook, she is not accountable to me for her actions. If she fibbed about the chess it's a small matter." "Perhaps it is; and possibly she is not accountable to me, either." "We must not probe human motives too deeply, Miss Holbrook," I said evasively, wishing to allay her suspicions, if possible. "A young woman is entitled to her whims. But now that you have told me this, I suppose I may as well know how she accounted to you for this trifling deception." "Oh, she said she wished to explore the country for herself; she wished to satisfy herself of our safety; and she didn't want you to think she was running foolishly into danger. She chafes under restraint, and I fear does not wholly sympathize with my runaway tactics. She likes a contest! And sometimes Helen takes pleasure in--in--being perverse. She has an idea, Mr. Donovan, that you are a very severe person." "I am honored that she should entertain any opinion of me whatever," I replied, laughing.