"Then you'd better leave it to Jack Glover," said the girl, "or to the Lifeboat Institution." Lydia threw down her pencil in disgust. "Fancy making one's will on a beautiful day like this, and giving instructions as to where one should be buried. Brrr! Jean," she asked suddenly, "was it Mr. Jaggs you saw in the wood?" Jean shook her head. "I saw nobody," she said. "I went in to look for the burglar; the excitement must have been too much for me, and I fainted." But Lydia was not satisfied. "I can't understand Mr. Jaggs myself," she said, but Jean interrupted her with a cry. Lydia looked up and saw her eyes shining and her lips parting in a smile. "Of course," she said softly. "He used to sleep at your flat, didn't he?" "Yes, why?" asked the girl in surprise. "What a fool I am, what a perfect fool!" said Jean, startled out of her accustomed self-possession. "I don't quite know where your folly comes in, but perhaps you will tell me," but Jean was laughing softly. "Go on and make your will," she said mockingly. "And when you've finished we'll go into the rooms and chase the lucky numbers. Poor dear Mrs. Cole-Mortimer is feeling a little neglected, too, we ought to do something for her." The day and night passed without any untoward event. In the evening Jean had an interview with her French chauffeur, and afterwards disappeared into her room. Lydia tapping at her door to bid her good night received no answer. Day was breaking when old Jaggs came out from the trees in his furtive way and glancing up and down the road made his halting way toward Monte Carlo. The only objects in sight was a donkey laden with market produce led by a bare-legged boy who was going in the same direction as he. A little more than a mile along the road he turned sharply to the right and began climbing a steep and narrow bridle path which joined the mountain road, half-way up to La Turbie. The boy with the donkey turned off to the main road and continued the steep climb toward the Grande Corniche. There were many houses built on the edge of the road and practically on the edge of precipices, for the windows facing the sea often looked sheer down for two hundred feet. At first these dwellings appeared in clusters, then as the road climbed higher, they occurred at rare intervals.