"It is this way: I may be sleeping soundly, when suddenly I see a door--a door which stands out vividly in a shadowy space, which might be a room, or hallway--the door is white and the panels are in the shape of a cross, so"--illustrating her meaning with her arms--"I hear a cry--the cry of a soul in torment--I rush to the rescue, always to find the door locked, and wake myself beating on the empty air"--she shuddered as she spoke, and drew her kimono closer about her. "I awake cold and trembling from head to foot." "You poor darling," Eleanor took the limp form in her arms with a gesture of infinite understanding and compassion. "I had the dream Sunday night," sobbed Cynthia, "then Monday, when I thought we could announce our engagement----" "Whose engagement?" asked a quiet voice behind the pair. Startled, Eleanor wheeled around to find Mrs. Winthrop standing behind her, as Cynthia slipped from her arms and buried her head in the friendly cushions, her slender form shaking with convulsive sobs. CHAPTER XII A COUNCIL OF WAR Philip Winthrop moved restlessly in bed, then lay still, for a feeling of deadly nausea almost overcame him. Half an hour passed, and, feeling better, he raised his hand and felt his throbbing temples. Wearily he tried to collect his ideas, but all appeared confused. What was it that he had promised? Slowly his torpid conscience awoke. "For value received"--the phrase held a double meaning which penetrated even his dulled senses. He could not afford to lie there like a bump on a log any longer. He opened his eyes; apparently it was late, for the room was in total darkness, save for a streak of light which came from the half-open hall door. With an effort Philip raised himself on his elbow and glanced about him, but even that slight exertion was too much in his weakened state, and, with a groan, he slid back on the pillows. For some seconds he lay without moving, but the yellow patch of light troubled him, and he rolled over on his side facing the wall. He struggled apathetically to piece together the occurrences of the past few days. Suddenly he caught the sound of a light step and the swish of skirts approaching his bed. The next instant a glass was thrust under his nose and placed gently against his mouth. He raised his hand and pushed the glass away from him. "G'way," he stammered faintly; "leave me 'lone." Apparently no attention was paid to his request, for the glass was again placed at his lips. Again he tried to thrust it from him, but his feeble efforts made no impression against the strong wrist. His resistance only lasted a few minutes, then his weaker will surrendered to the stronger, and he sipped the medicine obediently, after which the glass was withdrawn. * * * * * Downstairs in the library three men sat smoking around the large desk table.