“Yes, I know; but it’s his actions all through this thing that I’m worried about. Do you know that I sometimes think, Roy—” here Rex sat up on the bed and lowered his voice impressively—“I sometimes think that perhaps there was a touch of insanity in Syd’s family. You know we are always forgetting that he isn’t one of us.” “Is it anything in particular makes you think that, Reggie?” said Roy, wondering what Rex would say if he knew about that night’s expedition. “Well, yes, one thing taken with a lot of other things,” and he proceeded to tell of what Sydney had said to him at the office when he went down there the previous night. “He seems to have the idea that he has committed some crime,” Rex went on. “I really think that we ought to watch him carefully.” “It doesn’t seem to me to be as serious as that,” responded Roy. “But as you say, we ought to watch him carefully.” Rex lay quiet for a time. Roy’s thoughts were disturbing ones. Reginald, too, was worrying over Sydney’s condition. But that note from Hannah Fox was something tangible. There was no chimera of the imagination about that. Perhaps it was a real anxiety that was preying on Syd’s mind. Very likely something connected with his parentage. Roy had not thought of this before. He was about to suggest it to relieve his brother’s mind when he looked up and saw that Rex was asleep. Then he glanced at the clock on the bureau and saw that it pointed to five minutes to eleven. “I’ll let him sleep on now,” he decided, “or he’ll be sure to be around when we go, and I’m sure Syd doesn’t want him to know.” Roy went across the hall to his elder brother’s room. He found him sitting on the side of the bed, looking very pale. “I guess you’ll have to help me dress, Roy,” he said with a sorry sort of smile. “Perhaps you’d better send a telegram,” Roy rejoined. “There won’t be any handwriting to recognize on that.” “No, no, I must go myself. You will understand some day, very soon, why I feel this way, and then, Roy, you may pity me and forgive me if you can.” Roy thought of his brother’s theory. Sydney’s talk was very strange, but not stranger than this midnight proceeding. Well, he would wait until he had seen this last through before deciding whether or not he ought to report to his mother. He helped Sydney on with his clothes, then went to the window to see if the carriage was there. He saw it standing in the glare of a street lamp. It was just half past eleven. He started to his own room to get his coat. “Be careful to make no noise, Roy,” Sydney cautioned him. But when Roy entered his own apartment, there was Rex sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Roy hoped he would go at once to his room, but he began to talk about the strangeness of his having fallen asleep in that way, and then when he saw what time it was, wanted to know why Roy hadn’t gone to bed.