Lucas closed his eyes again without comment, A long pause ensued before he spoke again. Then: "Bertie," he said, "go down to the garage and leave word that as soon as Nap returns I want to speak to him." "He won't return," said Bertie, with conviction. "I think he will. It is even possible that he has returned already. In any case, go and tell them. Ah, Tawny, what is it?" The valet came to his master's side. His hideous features wore an expression that made them almost benign. The dumb devotion of an animal looked out of his eyes. "A note, sir, from the Manor." "Who brought it?" asked Lucas. "A groom, sir." "Waiting for an answer?" "Yes, sir." Lucas opened the note. It was from Anne. He read a few lines, then glanced at Bertie. "It's all right, Bertie. Go and give that message, will you? Say it's important--an urgent matter of business." Bertie departed, and Lucas's eyes returned to the sheet he held. Tawny Hudson stood motionless beside him, and several silent seconds ticked away. His master spoke at length. "Pen and paper, Tawny. Yes, that's right. Now put your arm behind the pillows and give me a hoist. Slowly now, slowly!" And then, as the man supported him, very slowly and unsteadily he traced a few words. "Don't worry. All's well.--Lucas." Abruptly the pen fell from his fingers; his head dropped back. His face was drawn and ghastly as he uttered a few gasping whispers. "Tawny, give me something--quick! This pain is--killing me!" The man lowered him again, and took a bottle from a side-table. As he measured some drops into a glass the only sound in the room was his master's agonised breathing. Yet he knew without turning that someone had entered, and he betrayed no surprise when Nap's hand suddenly whisked the glass from his hold and held it to the panting lips. CHAPTER XIV THE IRRESISTIBLE The first words Lucas uttered when utterance became possible to him were, "No morphia!" Nap was deftly drawing away the pillows to ease his position. "All right, old fellow," he made answer. "But you know you can't sit up when you are like this. What possessed you to try?" "Business," murmured Lucas. "Don't go again, Boney. I want you." "So I've been told. I am quite at your service. Don't speak till you feel better." "Ah! I am better now. There's magic about you, I believe. Or is it electricity?" Lucas's eyes rested on the grim face above him with a certain wistfulness. Nap only smiled cynically. "Is Hudson to take this note? Can I address it for you?" If he expected to cause any discomfiture by the suggestion he was disappointed. Lucas answered him with absolute composure. "Yes; to Lady Carfax at the Manor. It is to go at once." Nap thrust it into an envelope with a perfectly inscrutable countenance, scrawled the address, and handed it to the valet. "You needn't come back till you are rung for," he said.