She dropped her candlestick upon the slab, and backed against the wall, looking more white and terrified than ever. I thought she was about to faint. "Mr. Charles! I feel as if I could die! I ought to have bolted the front door." "But what for?" I cried, intensely surprised. "What on earth is the matter, Leah?" "He is up there, sir! Up in your front sitting-room. I put out the hall-lamp, thinking the house would be best in darkness." "Who is up there?" For in the moment's bewilderment I did not glance at the truth. "Mr. Tom, sir. Captain Heriot." "_Mr. Tom!_ Up there?" "Not many minutes ago, soon after Watts had gone out to church--for he was late to-night--there came a ring at the doorbell," said Leah. "I came up to answer it, thinking nothing. A rough-looking man stood, in a wide-awake hat, close against the door there. 'Is Mr. Strange at home?' said he, and walked right in. I knew his voice, and I knew him, and I cried out. 'Don't be stupid, Leah; it's only me,' says he. 'Is Mr. Charles upstairs? Nobody with him, I hope.' 'There's nobody to come and put his head in the lion's mouth, as may be said, there at all, sir,' said I; and up he went, like a lamplighter. I put the hall-lamp out. I was terrified out of my senses, and told him you were at Hastings, but I expected you in soon. And Mr. Charles," wound up Leah, "I think he must have gone clean daft." "Light the lamp again," I replied. "It always _is_ alight, you know. If the house is in darkness, you might have a policeman calling to know what was the matter." Tom was in a fit of laughter when I got upstairs. He had taken off his rough overcoat and broad-brimmed hat, and stood in a worn--very much worn--suit of brown velveteen breeches and gaiters. Lake stared at him over the table, a comical expression on his face. "Suppose we shake hands, to begin with," said Lake. And they clasped hands heartily across the table. "Did you know me just now, in the Strand, Lake?" asked Tom Heriot. "I did," replied Lake, and his tone proved that he meant it. "I said to Charley, here, that I had just seen a fellow very like Tom Heriot; but I knew who it was, fast enough." "You wouldn't have known me, though, if I hadn't lifted my face to the lamp-light. I forget myself at moments, you see," added Tom, after a pause. "Meeting you unexpectedly, I was about to speak as in the old days, and recollected myself only just in time. I say"--turning himself about in his velveteens--"should you take me for a gamekeeper?" "No, I should not: you don't look the thing at all," I put in testily, for I was frightfully vexed with him altogether. "I thought you must have been taken up by your especial friend, Wren. Twice have I been to the trysting-place as agreed, but you did not appear." "No; but I think he nearly had me," replied Tom. "How was that?"