"Gilda Tempest." The keenness of a young man's passion is only enhanced by obstacles. Mystified and baffled, Raife yet repeated his resolve to find the girl who had enthralled him. Many weeks passed by at Aldborough Park, where the bailiffs and stewards of the estates foregathered with the solicitors of the family for the purpose of installing the new regime. Raife was somewhat impatient of the tedious nature of much of the work. To get away from the monotony, he hid himself several times in the long white room of the "Blue Boar." He was sitting there, one afternoon, deeply abstracted and cursing the luck that had robbed him of that mysterious girl whom he loved, when he heard footsteps on the secret stairway that led to loose box in the stable. Hastily drawing the white curtain aside by opening the little door, he was confronted by his old college chum, Edward Mutimer, in whose company he had been when he met Gilda Tempest. "Why," he exclaimed, "what are you doing here, Mutimer?" Mutimer laughed, and said: "Well, I went up to the Park, and no one knew where to find you. I guessed you were a bit tired of parchments and documents, so I took my chance of finding you here. I asked old Twisegood, but he wouldn't give you away. But, somehow, I thought his manner was a bit strange, so I thought of the loose box and the old stairway--and here I am!" "Good! I'm glad to see you, Mutimer. You were quite right, I'm tired to death of parchments, leases and settlements, and I've been coming here lately to get away from them. We've had some fun in this old room when we were kids, haven't we? Twisegood's a rare good sort, too. He never gave us away." "Well, I say, Raife, I didn't altogether come here to disturb you for nothing," said Mutimer. "I think I've got some news for you. I couldn't help noticing how keen you were on that girl we met one day at Southport." "Yes! yes! Go on! Gilda Tempest is her name. Where is she?" almost shouted Raife, as he leapt from his chair, grasping Mutimer's arms with a grip that made his friend wince. "Easy all, old chap, a little bit softer. I think I know where she is. You know she was staying with her uncle at the `Queen's.' Well, they left there quite suddenly, just after your governor died. I was at the railway station and saw her and her uncle. They had not much luggage. As I was at the booking-office window, I heard the old man whisper to her: `When we get to town we must wire for rooms. Nice is a busy place, and the Hotel Royal is liable to be crowded.'" "Thanks for what you've told me. Mutimer, I'm just crazy over that girl. I'll follow her to the ends of the earth, but she shall be mine. Yes, by jove! Gilda Tempest shall be mine. Mutimer! I'm not a murderer by nature, but I could slay the man who gets between me and that woman."