But there came no answer out of the shadows. The only voice which Tawny would obey was still. Bertie came back baffled. "Confound the fellow! I know he's within hail." "Leave the brute alone!" said Nap. "He isn't worth much anyway." "But I can't let him die," said Bertie. Nap looked contemptuous, and relapsed into silence. "I'll take him back with me if you're wanting to be rid of him," said Capper. "Tell him so if you get the chance." "Thanks!" said Bertie. "But I don't believe he'll budge. Nap will be crossing next week. P'r'aps I shall persuade him to go then." He looked across at Nap. "I know you don't like the fellow, but it wouldn't be for long." "Probably not," said Nap, staring fixedly at the end of his cigar. Something in his tone made Anne glance at him, but as usual his face told her nothing. She saw only that his eyes were drawn as if with long watching, and that the cynical lines about his mouth were more grimly pronounced than she had ever seen them before. Not long after, Bertie got up to go. His farewell to Capper was spoken almost in a whisper, and Anne saw that his self-control was precarious. When he shook hands with her he was beyond speech. She was glad to see Nap rise and accompany him, with a friendly hand pushed through his arm. For nearly half an hour longer she sat on with Capper; then at length she rose to go. "I shall see you in the morning," she said, pausing. "I am making an early start," said Capper. She smiled. "I shall see you all the same. Good-night." Capper kept her hand in his, his green eyes running over her with elusive intentness. "Wonder what you'll do," he said abruptly. She met his look quite simply. "For the present," she said, "I must be with Mrs. Errol. Later on--next month--she will no doubt go to the Dower House, and I shall go back to the Manor." "Don't mope!" he said. She smiled again with a short sigh. "I shall be too busy for that." "That so?" Capper drew his brows together. "Lady Carfax, at risk of offending you, I've something to say." "You will not offend me," she answered. "And I think I know what it is." "Very possibly you do, but I guess I'd better say it all the same. You may remember a talk we had at the commencement of our acquaintance, regarding Nap. I told you he was just a wild animal, untamable, untrustworthy. Well, you have proved me wrong. You have worked a miracle, and you have tamed him. Lucas himself told me about it the day before he died." "Oh, no!" Anne said quickly and earnestly. "It was Lucas who worked the miracle, Doctor. The magic was his." "Guess he wouldn't have done it single-handed," said Capper. "He'd been trying as long as I had known him, and he hadn't succeeded." He paused, looking at her with great kindness. Then: "My dear," he said, "you needn't be afraid to trust yourself to him. He will never let you down again." Anne stood silent, but under his look a deep flush rose and overspread her face. She turned her eyes away.