"No, thank you! We'll soon be all right," answered the man with the lamp. The light shone on his face, which was strange to O'Reilly, and on that of the woman, which, to his surprise, was familiar. "You can go on," he said to his chauffeur, in a low voice. "Why, Mr. O'Reilly, it was Mrs. Heron!" Clo cried, sinking back reluctantly upon her comfortably rigged-up bed, after a long stare through the window. "'Mr. O'Reilly,' indeed? Don't you realize I'm your husband?" Justin laughed at her. "I'd forgotten," said Clo. "It's only since this morning, and we've had so many things to think of." "I've thought of nothing but you. You seem to have thought of nothing but your Angel--and these Herons." "It's the Herons I'm thinking of now," Clo confessed. "Why did you tell the man to go on?" "Why, I like old John Heron, but I'm not a spoil-sport." "What do you mean?" "I'm wondering if Mrs. Heron and that chap are on their way to the Sands' ball. If Heron doesn't mind letting them enjoy each other's company, why should I butt in?" "Mr. Heron was in the car," Clo insisted gravely. "It was dark inside, but I saw his face at the window." "You must have sharp eyes," said Justin. "The window looked black as a pocket to me." "You think I imagined it. But I'm sure! Oh, Mr.--er--Justin, do let's go back and warn him! I have a presentiment that if we don't, it will be too late." "Whatever you feel as if you must do shall be done," said Justin, with a tenderness in his voice of which few people would have believed him capable. "The doctor humoured you, and told me to, so here goes!" He called through the speaking-tube, and directed the chauffeur to turn. "Go back till you get within a few yards of that auto we passed hung up on the road," he added. And to Clo: "Astonishing the interest you take in the Herons!" he teased. "Not in them. In him. I don't think I like Mrs. Heron," she explained. "You've worried about him ever since you came to yourself yesterday. But then, I'm used to John Heron's life being threatened. It used to happen about once a week. And he is alive to this day." "I feel awfully responsible," said Clo. "You see, I heard Kit and Churn talking of the plot, and saying that Chuff was sure to have found someone else, after Pete died." "I tried to get Heron three times on long distance yesterday," said O'Reilly, "and when he was always out, I wired." "You couldn't explain clearly in the telegram." "If you really saw him in the car, he's all right, up to date. There it is, still stranded. We shall soon know." "Will you get out and talk to him seriously?" Clo urged. "Yes. If it's he and not his ghost you saw. I'll get him to walk along the road with me, out of earshot from his wife." The gray limousine slowed, and carefully stopped. The chauffeur had been told that, for his life, he must not let the car jolt or jerk. Justin kissed his bride of a few hours good-bye for a few minutes, and jumped out.