"Yes," said Dennis, "she's just where she was when we arrived from Glasnabinnie in Hilderman's boat yesterday." "Mr. Burnham!" Myra cried suddenly, "is there another boat, a brown motor-boat, anchored just out there?" "No," said Dennis, realising how terribly handicapped they were by Myra's inability to see. "Are you sure?" the girl asked anxiously. "Quite sure," said Dennis positively. "There is one motor-boat here, and that is all." "I suppose he took that to put Hilderman off the scent," Myra mused, "and in that case he is probably quite safe. I daresay he's gone to look for our friend von What's-his name's yacht or his house at Loch Duich." Dennis clutched at the opportunity this theory gave him to allay her fears, and declared that it was ridiculous of him not to have thought of it before, and he gave Myra his arm to the house. But he was not at all satisfied with it, and, as it turned out afterwards, Myra was not very confident about it either. Dennis knew me well enough to know that I should never have set out with the deliberate intention of stopping away overnight without leaving some more definite message for my _fiancee_. However, their thoughts were speedily diverted, for they had hardly reached the house before a strange man made his way towards them through the heather. "Mr. Ewart, sir?" he asked. "Do you wish to speak to Mr. Ewart?" Dennis asked cautiously. "I have a parcel and a message for him from Mr. Garnesk," said the stranger, a young man, who might have been anything by profession. "Oh, indeed," said Dennis, his suspicions aroused at once. Garnesk, he knew, had only arrived in Glasgow the night before. "I see you are wondering how I got here and why I came down the hill, instead of up a road of some sort," said the youth with a smile. "Frankly, I was," Dennis admitted. "Then, perhaps, I had better explain who I am and how I come to be here. My name is McKenzie. I am employed by Welton and Delaunay, the Glasgow opticians, makers of the 'Weldel' telescopes and binoculars. Mr. Garnesk has a good deal to do with our firm in the matter of designs for special glasses to withstand furnace heat, for ironworkers, etc. He arrived at the works last night in a car, and, after consulting with the manager, they kept a lot of us at work all night on a new design of spectacles. "I was sent with this parcel in the early hours of the morning. There was no passenger train, but Mr. Garnesk got me a military pass on a fish train, and here I am. I was to deliver the parcel to Mr. Ewart, or, failing him, to Miss McLeod. When I saw this lady with the--er--the shade over her eyes I thought you were probably Mr. Ewart, sir." "I'm not, as a matter of fact," said Dennis. "But where have you come from, and why didn't you come up the path?"