"Well, yes, on condition that you take me. If there is an accident, we can be smashed up together. Don't argue;" she placed her hand on his mouth; "that is the only way in which I shall agree to your flying." "Wilful woman will do what she wants," said Halliday, resignedly, and tucked Lillian's arm beneath his own; "hello, there is Sir John and Mrs. Bolstreath on the terrace. They seem to be very happy together." "So happy," whispered Lillian in his ear, "that I believe----" She pursed up her lips and looked unutterable things. "Well," said Dan, laughing, "it would not be at all a bad thing for Sir John to make Mrs. Bolstreath Lady Moon. She can nurse him and amuse him and bury him in due course. What a heap of marriages; you and I; Freddy and Mildred; Sir John and Mrs. Bolstreath. See; she's waving her hand to us. Let us go inside, as it's growing a trifle chilly." "Hark," said Lillian, raising her finger, and Dan listened to hear the wild, delicious strain of a nightingale singing from a distant thicket. "It sings of my love for you," he whispered, "and of your love for me. What other than such a song can express our feelings, darling." "This," said Lillian, and kissed him fondly. "Clever girl!" THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mystery Queen, by Fergus Hume