"Looking for Anita, are you?" asked Guy. "I?" Cyril gave a start of guilty surprise. "Yes, I was wondering where she was." His tone was excessively casual. "Humph!" grunted Campbell contemptuously. "She has gone for a little walk, but as she never leaves the grounds, she can't be very far off," said Miss Trevor. "Perhaps--" Cyril hesitated; he was painfully embarrassed. Guy came to his rescue. "Come along," he said. "I will show you where you are likely to find her." "Thanks! I did rather want to see her--ahem, on business!" "On business? Oh, you old humbug!" jeered Campbell as he sauntered off. For a moment Cyril glared at Guy's back indignantly; then mumbling an apology to Miss Trevor, he hastened after him. They had gone only a short distance before they espied a small, black-robed figure coming towards them. Guy stopped short; he glanced at Cyril, but the latter was no longer conscious of his presence. Without a word he turned and hurriedly retraced his footsteps. "Well, Trevie," he said, "I must be going. Can't loaf forever, worse luck!" His manner was quite ostentatiously cheerful. Miss Trevor, however, was not deceived by it. "You are a dear, courageous boy," she murmured. With a flourish of his hat that seemed to repudiate all sympathy, Guy turned on his heel and marched gallantly away. Meanwhile, in another part of the garden, a very different scene was being enacted. On catching sight of each other Cyril and Anita had both halted simultaneously. Cyril's heart pounded so violently that he could hardly hear himself think. "I must be calm," he said to himself. "I must be calm! But how beautiful she is! If I only had a little more time to collect my wits! I know I shall make an ass of myself!" As these thoughts went racing through his brain, he had been moving almost automatically forward. Already he could distinguish the soft curve of her parted lips and the colour of her dilated eyes. A sudden panic seized him. He was conscious of a wild desire to fly from her presence; but it was too late. He was face to face with her. For a moment neither moved, but under the insistence of his gaze her eyes slowly sank before his. Then, without a word, as one who merely claims his own, he flung his arms around her and crushed her to his heart. THE END _A Selection from the Catalogue of_ G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS The House Opposite _A Mystery_ By ELIZABETH KENT Author of "Who?" "It is a very hotbed of mystery, and everything and everybody connected with it arouses curiosity.... The plot is unusually puzzling and the author has been successful in producing a really admirable work. The climax is highly sensational and unexpected, ingeniously leading the reader from one guess to another, and finally culminating in a remarkable confession."--_N. Y. Journal._ Beyond the Law By Miriam Alexander _The Great Prize Novel Awarded Prize of $1,250.00_ _Endorsed by A. C. Benson, A. E. W. Mason, W. J. Locke_