“Are you there, Leslie?” It was Dick’s voice. “Something has gone wrong with the lighting arrangements; we’ll put it right in a minute or two.” “Are the lights out everywhere?” asked Mary, but he was gone. Twenty minutes passed and again Leslie heard his footsteps approaching. “I’m afraid we sha’n’t be able to fix up the lights till the morning. Have you candles? Did Glover put a flash light for you?” “We’ve everything we want,” said Leslie. “Don’t worry about us: we shall be asleep in ten minutes.” “Not me,” murmured Miss Wenner tremulously. “I sha’n’t sleep a wink!” By the light of her candle she had replaced most of the garments she had discarded when the lights went out. “I knew I oughtn’t to have stayed--there’s somebody coming along the corridor!” “It is only Mr. Alford.” But her ears caught the sound of two pairs of feet, and presently Dick’s voice spoke. “Do you mind if I leave one of Puttler’s men outside your door?” he asked. “Don’t be alarmed if you hear him walking about in the night.” “Is anything wrong, Dick?” “No, no, nothing wrong; only I knew Miss Wenner was rather nervous.” “I am,” quavered Miss Wenner loudly. “It’s very good of you, Mr. Alford.” “You had better keep your windows fastened,” said Dick. “There is a system of ventilation in the room, so you needn’t be afraid of waking with a headache. Good-night.” When he had gone, Mary Wenner looked solemnly at her companion. “Did you hear what he said about keeping the windows shut?” she asked hollowly. “My Gawd!” “Don’t be silly, Mary.” Leslie was past feeling comfortable, but she had need to set an example. “Come along, I’ll help you fasten the windows.” “‘Keep the windows fastened,’” repeated Mary Wenner. “There’s something doing!” They went from one to the other of the leaded windows, closed them and pressed down the catches. Suddenly Mary clutched the girl’s arm fiercely. “There’s a man under my bed!” she gasped, staring wildly at the drooping counterpane. With a fluttering heart Leslie lifted the cover, and pulled out a pair of riding boots, the soles of which the frightened secretary had seen, and they both laughed hysterically. “I wish I could bring my bed into your room.” Mary looked helplessly at the heavy four-poster to which she had been assigned. “You can come and sleep with me,” said Leslie. “I’ve got a big bed.” And this offer was most gratefully accepted. “Have a look under your bed first,” said Miss Wenner nervously, and not till this ritual had been observed did she commence very slowly to undress. Down below in the library, Dick was in consultation with Puttler, who had just returned from a hasty visit to Scotland Yard. “The batteries were smashed, and an attempt had been made to cut the main cable,” reported Dick. “I got to the power house just after it happened, but I saw nobody.” Puttler pulled at his comic little nose and there was a look of trouble in his brown eyes.