Fred Skane had said it was the best thing of the meeting and he proved right. It was marvelous how the flying filly galloped; there was no fault in her movements. Tommy sat still, letting her run her own race. It was her first appearance and she showed no signs of nervousness. She lead from start to finish, winning in a canter by five lengths in very fast time; a great performance, recognized and cheered as such. "It was good of you, Alan, to call such a flyer Evelyn," said Eve. CHAPTER VII A WALK AND A TALK Carl Meason was active, traveling about the country in his motor, waxing enthusiastic over the scenery, expatiating to Abel Head on the beauties of Nottinghamshire. "Never been on such roads; they are splendid. You can go the pace, there's plenty of room, not too much traffic. I like to bowl along without endangering lives. I'm a careful driver and avoid danger." At night he still worked at his maps, the occupation being congenial. "The reason I'm a good surveyor," he said, "is because I like my work; a man never does well when his occupation is against his inclinations." Abel listened, making few remarks. He had his opinion about Meason and his motoring tours. Letters seldom came to the Sherwood Inn for Meason, he had but little correspondence, his instructions were explicit, requiring no reminders. He seemed fond of the country life, walked in the parks when he had nothing special on hand. His figure became familiar, but so far he had hardly spoken to anybody. Once or twice he met Jane Thrush and admired her good looks, but was careful not to offend, and had not spoken to her although he wished to do so. Jane took very little notice of people she did not know, but she could not fail to see that Carl went out of his way to meet her. This amused her. She wondered why he crossed her path. If he spoke to her she would not be offended; in the country greetings were often passed without an introduction. Meason saw her go into the old ruins and wondered what she did there. Once he waited a long time for her to come out and she did not appear. Next time he was in that direction he went into the place and was surprised to see a neat, pretty cottage almost hidden away in one corner. He wondered who lived there, probably the girl and her parents. He asked Abel about the place and found the head-keeper and his daughter occupied it. "Is that the pretty girl I sometimes see in the Park?" he asked. "No doubt," said Abel: "that's Jane Thrush. She's lived there with her father nearly all her life." "Queer place for a young girl; it must be lonely," said Carl. "She doesn't find it so. She'd rather live there than anywhere; and she's quite safe, nobody would dare interfere with her. Tom's a roughish customer; any slight or insult to his daughter would be resented," said Abel, looking at him in a peculiar way.