Some one was moving in the hall outside and whimpering. I opened the door hurriedly and Aggie half fell into the room. "Tish is murdered, Lizzie!" she said, and collapsed on the floor in a heap. "Nonsense!" "She's not in her room or in the house, and I heard shots!" Well, Aggie was right. Tish was not in her room. There was a sort of horrible stillness everywhere as we stood there clutching at each other and listening. "She's heard burglars downstairs and has gone down after them, and this is what has happened! Oh, Tish! brave Tish!" Aggie cried hysterically. And at that Bettina came in with her hair over her shoulders and asked us if we had heard anything. When we told her about Tish, she insisted on going downstairs, and with Aggie carrying her first-aid box and I carrying the blackberry cordial, we went down. The lower floor was quiet and empty. The man across the street had put down his window and gone back to bed, and everything was still. Bettina in her dressing-gown went out on the porch and turned on the light. Tish was not there, nor was there a body lying on the lawn. "It was back of the house by the garage," Bettina said. "If only Jasper--" And at that moment Jasper came into the circle of light. He had a Norfolk coat on over his pajamas and a pair of slippers, and he was running, calling over his shoulder to some one behind as he ran. "Watch the drive!" he yelled. "I saw him duck round the corner." We could hear other footsteps now and somebody panting near us. Aggie was sitting huddled in a porch chair, crying, and Bettina, in the hall, was trying to get down from the wall a Moorish knife that Eliza Bailey had picked up somewhere. "John!" we heard Jasper calling. "John! Quick! I've got him!" He was just at the corner of the porch. My heart stopped and then rushed on a thousand a minute. Then:-- "Take your hands off me!" said Tish's voice. The next moment Tish came majestically into the circle of light and mounted the steps. Jasper, with his mouth open, stood below looking up, and a hired man in what looked like a bed quilt was behind in the shadow. Tish was completely dressed in her motoring clothes, even to her goggles. She looked neither to the right nor left, but stalked across the porch into the house and up the stairway. None of us moved until we heard the door of her room slam above. "Poor old dear!" said Bettina. "She's been walking in her sleep!" "But the shots!" gasped Aggie. "Some one was shooting at her!" Conscious now of his costume, Jasper had edged close to the veranda and stood in its shadow. "Walking in her sleep, of course!" he said heartily. "The trip to-day was too much for her. But think of her getting into that burglar-proof garage with her eyes shut--or do sleep-walkers have their eyes shut?--and actually cranking up my racer!" Aggie looked at me and I looked at Aggie.