“Thought so. It certainly does look topping. Quite worth seeing. Well, look here, Judy’s got a party of friends, down from town, who are coming over to us from the South Devon side--going to drive up and stay the night, and the idea is to do a moonlight scramble up on to the top of one of the tors after supper. Are you game?” “Oh! How heavenly!” This, ecstatically, from Jean. “How what?” “Heavenly! _Heavenly!_”--with increasing emphasis. “Can’t you hear?” “Oh, ‘heavenly’--yes, I hear. Yes, it would be rather--if you came.” Even through the’phone Burke’s voice conveyed something of that upsettingly fiery ardour of his. “I won’t come--unless you promise to behave,” said Jean warningly. Bubbling over with pleasure at the prospect unfolded by the invitation, she found it a little difficult to infuse a befitting sternness into her tones. “Do I need to take fresh vows?” came back Burke’s answer, spoken rather gravely. “I made you a promise that day--when we drove back from Dartmoor. I’ll keep that.” “_I’ll never hiss you again till you give me your lips yourself._” The words of the promise rushed vividly into Jean’s mind, and now that steady voice through the ’phone, uttering its quiet endorsement of the assurance given, made her feel suddenly ashamed of her suspicions. “Very well, I’ll come then,” she said hastily. “How shall I get to you?” “It’s all planned, because we thought--at least we hoped--you’d come. If you’ll come down to Okehampton by the three o’clock train from Coombe Eavie, I’ll meet you there with the car and drive you up to the bungalow. Judy is going to drive into Newton Abbot early, to do some marketing, and afterwards she’ll lunch with her London people--the Holfords. Then they’ll all come up together in the afternoon.” “I see. Very well. I’ll come to Okehampton by the three train to-morrow afternoon”--repeating his instructions carefully. “Right. That’s all fixed, then.” “Quite. _Mind_ you also fix a fine day--or night, rather! Good-bye.” A murmured farewell came back along the wire, and then Jean, replacing the receiver in its clip, ran off to apprise Lady Anne of the arrangements made. Lady Anne looked up from some village charity accounts which were puckering her smooth brow to smile approval. “How nice, dear! Quite a charming plan--you’ll enjoy it. Especially as there will be nothing to amuse you here to-morrow. I have two village committees to attend--I’m in the chair, so I must go. And Blaise, I know, is booked for a busy day with the estate agent, while Nick is going down to South Devon somewhere for a day’s fishing. I think he goes down to-night. Really, it’s quite unusually lucky that Judith should have fixed on to-morrow for her moonlight party.” CHAPTER XXVI--MOONLIGHT ON THE MOOR