"I will. But I'll get my shoes first," and he hurried out into the yard, while I got some cold water from the tap in the kitchen. "Here are yours, too," he said, coming back with both pairs. "You'd better put them on." He had his own laced in a moment. "I'll send the first officer I see," he promised, "and get back as soon as I can. But don't wait for me. Get to bed as soon as you can." I heard his steps die away down the street, and turned back into the room where the two women lay. I was nearly dead for lack of sleep, and found myself nodding more than once, as I sat there by the couch bathing Lucy Kingdon's face. How Godfrey kept it up I could not understand, but sleep never seemed to have a place in any of his plans. But as moment after moment passed, and Lucy Kingdon showed no sign of returning consciousness, growing alarm awakened me thoroughly. I soused her head and face and chafed her wrists, but with no perceptible effect. I could feel no pulse, could detect no respiration; perhaps this was something more serious than a mere fainting spell. I should have told Godfrey to summon a physician. I was relieved at last to hear a step turn in at the gate, and a moment later a patrolman appeared at the door--a rotund and somnolent German, whose somnolency gave place to snorts of mingled terror and astonishment when he saw the two bodies. "Mein Gott!" he ejaculated. "Two of t'em!" "No; only one as yet," I corrected. "But there may be two if something isn't done to save this one pretty quick," and I bent again over Lucy Kingdon and chafed her hands. "Hass she fainted?" he asked. "That or just naturally dropped dead," I said. "She's been like this for fifteen or twenty minutes." He came to the bed, stooped down, and pressed back one of her eyelids. "She ain't dead," he said. "She's chust fainted. I know a trick," and before I could interfere, he gave her ear a cruel tweak. "Why, you scoundrel!" I began, but a sigh from the couch interrupted me. I turned to see Lucy Kingdon's dark eyes staring up at me. "You see," he said triumphantly. "I nefer knowed it to fail." She stirred slightly, drew one hand across her eyes, then, with a long sigh, turned over on her side. "Come on out here," I said in a low tone, "and don't disturb her. Sleep's the best thing for her now, if she can get it. Besides, I've something to show you," and picking up the lamp, I led the way to the kitchen and closed the door. "Somet'ing else to show me?" he repeated, staring about at the walls. "Yes; come along," and I started down the cellar stairs. He followed me, breathing heavily. As I glanced over my shoulder I was amused to see that he had drawn his revolver. "This way," I said, and stepped into the recess. "See there!" He turned livid as he gazed down into the grave, and his hands and face grew clammy. "Mein Gott!" he breathed. "Mein Gott!" and he returned his revolver to his pocket, took off his helmet and wiped his forehead with a shaking hand.