"Then tell him everything," Garnesk advised. "If you know you can rely upon him he may be of great assistance to us." "What about Hilderman?" I asked. "He knows a good deal already." "There is no need for him to know any more. He may be of some use to us. I had thought he might be of the greatest use, but he may be able to help us still. We should decrease, rather than augment, his usefulness by telling him these new complications." "How do you mean?" I asked. "Well, for instance, he might think we are mad, although he's a very shrewd fellow." "Yes," I agreed, "I think he's pretty cute. Funny that Americans so often are. Anyway, he's been cute enough to make sufficient to retire on at a fairly early age, and retire comfortably too." "H'm," was my companion's only comment. After dinner that evening we discussed all sorts of subjects, mainly the war, of course, and went to bed early. "Now, Ron," exclaimed Myra, as we said good-night, "if Mr. Garnesk is really going to leave us on Monday, you mustn't let him worry about things to-morrow. Do let him have one day's holiday while he is with us, anyway." "I will," I agreed. "We'll have a real holiday to-morrow. Suppose we all go up Loch Hourn in the motor-boat in the afternoon?" So it was arranged that we should have an afternoon on the sea and a morning's fishing on the loch. Garnesk fell in with the idea readily. "It will do you good," he declared. "You won't be feeling too frisky in the morning after your adventure this afternoon." As it turned out he was quite right, for I awoke in the morning with a slight headache and a tendency to ache all over. So we fished the loch in a very leisurely fashion for an hour or two, and after lunch the four of us went up to Kinlochbourn. We took a tea-basket with us, and very nearly succeeded in banishing the green ray altogether from our minds. I had taken my Kodak with me, and we ran in shore, and otherwise altered our course occasionally in order to enable me to record some choice peep of the magnificent scenery. When we got back to the lodge we were all feeling much the better for the outing. After dinner Myra, who had taken the greatest interest in the photographs, although, poor child, she could not see what I had taken, and would not be able to see the result either, was anxious to know how they had turned out. "I should love to know if the snapshots are good," she said, "particularly the one at Caolas Mor. Develop them in the morning, Ronnie, won't you? If you don't you'll probably take them away, and forget all about them." Garnesk looked at me. He was always on the _qui vive_ for any opportunity to give Myra a little pleasure. He felt very strongly that she must be kept from worrying at all costs. "Why not develop them now, Ewart?" he suggested. "Certainly," I said, "if everybody will excuse me."