It was not in the least the voice one would expect from a man who had so recently stood in the presence of the dead. “Ahoy! Hallo! Where are you?” Harrison shouted in return. The next minute he saw the tall, athletic figure of Greatorex coming towards him along the bank of the lake. “Been looking for you everywhere,” Greatorex said as he came within speaking distance. “We’ve found the lady.” “Alive?” gasped Harrison. “Rather. Not exactly hearty, perhaps, but she’s all right. Well enough, in any case, to walk back to the house in the company of her father and Fell.” He dropped his voice confidentially as he added: “Seems that it’s a case with Fell. What? We found ’em together, you know, in a cosy little place among the yews, not five yards from the spot where the mysterious lady came out. Perfect little tunnel up to it, too. If we’d happened on it at first, we’d have found the girl there and saved all the trouble. Fell knew all about the place, it seems. Went straight to it and found Miss Messenger in a faint, or just recovering from it.” “How long had she been there?” Harrison asked sharply. “All the time, presumably,” Greatorex said. “Come there to meet Fell, eh?” “Seems probable. And we spoilt his little game by coming too, I suppose. However, he’s owned up now. Made a clean breast of it, and declared his intention of marrying her; in the presence of five witnesses. Quite a dramatic little scene there was. Old Messenger was almost overcome.” Harrison did not seem to have been attending to this speech, for his next question was: “You didn’t find anything else there, did you? No apparatus of any kind, such as a mask or attempts at a disguise?” “Lord, no. I didn’t see anything, and I was the first to get to them,” Greatorex replied. “But why? You don’t think....” “That she may have been prepared? I do,” Harrison said emphatically. “She’d made an assignation and come ready to pass herself off as someone else if she were caught--which she very nearly was. Showed herself in the first instance in order to attract Fell’s attention, and unfortunately for her brought the whole party out.” “Oh! no, no, Harrison. No, I don’t think so,” Greatorex said. “You’ve got that blessed apparition or whatever it was on your nerves. But, honestly, that explanation won’t do. Why, the girl was half-unconscious when I found ’em.” “Put on,” Harrison interpolated. “Impossible,” Greatorex replied. “When we got her out into the open, she was still as white as a sheet.” “Effect of moonlight,” commented Harrison. “No.” Greatorex’s tone had a quality of great assurance. “No, she was recovering from a faint all right. There can be no question of that. Besides, what could be the point of all that make-believe after she was found?” “Well, she may have fainted after she’d fooled us,” Harrison suggested. “Overwrought, you know.”