Mr. Magee responded that he was not one to indulge in needless worry, and a silence fell upon the group. Peters entered with coffee, and was engaged in pouring it when Mr. Bland started up wildly from the table with an expression of alarm on his face. "What's that?" he cried. The others looked at him in wonder. "I heard steps up-stairs," he declared. "Nonsense," said Mr. Cargan, "you're dreaming. This peace and quiet has got to you, Bland." Without replying, Mr. Bland rose and ran up the stair. In his absence the Hermit of Baldpate spoke into Magee's ear. "I ain't one to complain," he said; "livin' alone as much as I do I've sort of got out of the habit, having nobody to complain to. But if folks keep coming and coming to this hotel, I've got to resign as cook. Seems as though every few minutes there's a new face at the table, and it's a vital matter to me." "Cheer up, Peters," whispered Mr. Magee. "There are only two more keys to the inn. There will be a limit to our guests." "What I'm getting at is," replied Mr. Peters, "there's a limit to my endurance." Mr. Bland came down-stairs. His face was very pale as he took his seat, but in reply to Cargan's question he remarked that he must have been mistaken. "It was the wind, I guess," he said. The mayor made facetious comment on Mr. Bland's "skittishness", and Mr. Max also indulged in a gibe or two. These the haberdasher met with a wan smile. So the dinner came to an end, and the guests of Baldpate sat about while Mr. Peters removed all traces of it from the table. Mr. Magee sought to talk to Miss Norton, but found her nervous and distrait. "Has Mr. Bland frightened you?" he asked. She shook her head. "I have other things to think of," she replied. Mr. Peters shortly bade the company good-by for the night, with the warmly expressed hope in Mr. Magee's ear that there would be no further additions to the circle in the near future. When he had started off through the snow for his shack, Mr. Cargan took out his watch. "You've been pretty kind to us poor wanderers already," he said. "I got one more favor to ask. I come up here to see Mr. Bland. We got some business to transact, and we'd consider it a great kindness if you was to leave us alone here in the office." Mr. Magee hesitated. He saw the girl nod her head slightly, and move toward the stairs. "Certainly, if you wish," he said. "I hope you won't go without saying good-by, Mr. Cargan." "That all depends," replied the mayor. "I've enjoyed knowing you, one and all. Good night." The women, the professor and Mr. Magee moved up the broad stairway. On the landing Mr. Magee heard the voice of Mrs. Norton, somewhere in the darkness ahead. "I'm worried, dearie--real worried." "Hush," came the girl's voice. "Mr. Magee-we'll meet again--soon." Mr. Magee seized the professor's arm, and together they stood in the shadows. "I don't like the looks of things," came Bland's hoarse complaint from below. "What time is it?"