On catching sight of Cyril, he dropped his fork, jumped from his seat, and made an eager step forward. Then, he suddenly wavered, evidently uncertain as to the reception Cyril was going to accord him. "Well, this is a piece of luck!" cried Cyril, stretching out his hand. Guy, looking decidedly sheepish, clasped it eagerly. "I might as well tell you at once that I know I made no end of an ass of myself the other day," he said, averting his eyes from his friend's face. "It is really pretty decent of you not to have resented my ridiculous accusations." "Oh, that's all right," Cyril assured him, "I quite understood your motive. But I am awfully glad you have changed your attitude towards me, for to tell you the truth, I am in great need of your assistance." "Oh, Lor'!" ejaculated Campbell, screwing up his face into an expression of comic despair. As soon as there was no danger of their being overheard, Cyril told Campbell of his interview with Judson. At first Guy could not be persuaded that the girl was Anita Wilmersley. "She is not a liar, I am sure of it! If she said that her hair had turned white, it had turned white, and therefore it is impossible that she had dyed it," objected Campbell. "Judson suggested that she dyed only part of her hair and that it was the rest which turned white." Having finally convinced Guy that there was no doubt as to the girl's identity, Cyril proceeded to unfold his plan for rescuing her from the police. Guy adjusted his eye-glass and stared at his friend speechless with consternation. "This affair has turned your brain," he finally gasped. "Your plan is absurd, absolutely absurd, I tell you. Why, even if I could bribe some one to procure me a corpse, how on earth could you get it to Geralton?" "In a motor-car." "And where under Heaven are you to hide it?" "Get me a corpse and I will arrange the rest," Cyril assured him with more confidence than he really felt. "First you saddle me with a lot of stolen jewels and now you want me to travel around the country with a corpse under my arm! I say, you do select nice, pleasant jobs for me!" exclaimed Campbell. "Have you any other plan to suggest?" asked Cyril. "Can't say I have," acknowledged Guy. "Are you willing to sit still and see Anita Wilmersley arrested?" "Certainly not, but your scheme is a mad one--madder than anything I should have credited even you with having conceived." Campbell paused a moment as if considering the question in all its aspects. "However, the fact that it is crazy may save us. The police will not be likely to suspect two reputable members of society, whose sanity has so far not been doubted, of attempting to carry through such a wild, impossible plot. Yes," he mused, "the very impossibility of the thing may make it possible." "Glad you agree with me," cried Cyril enthusiastically. "Now how soon can you get a corpse, do you think?"