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The children, sentinelled by Junie, at first gave promise of superhuman goodness; but presently their feelings overflowed, and they were not to be quieted till it had been agreed that Nat should blow his motor-horn at each halt, while the twins called out the names of the stations, and Geordie, with the canaries and kitten, affected to change trains.

The farmer took no note of him, but the watcher saw the farmer, and with swift, cat-like tread he followed him. All the way home the memory of those eyes haunted Ernestine. All the way home her ears were straining to catch the hoot of a motor-horn and the rush of wheels behind them. But no motor overtook them. Nothing happened to disturb the smiling peace of that summer afternoon.

The hoot of a motor-horn caused Rupert to prick his ears, and his master reined him back as two great, shining head-lights appeared round a curve. They drew swiftly near, flashed past, and were gone meteor-like into the gloom. "Whose car was that, I wonder?" mused Bathurst. "The de Vignes's? It didn't look like one of the Court cars, but the old bird is always buying something new. Lucky devil!"

It was almost a relief to tile young man when, on the second afternoon, Miss Branch drew him into the narrow hall to say: "I really can't stand the combination of Grace's violin and little Nat's motor-horn any longer. Do let us slip out till the duet is over." "How do they stand it, I wonder?" he basely echoed, as he followed her up the wooded path behind the house.

"In the shrubbery," said Clovis, "are posted ten men who have orders to fire on anyone who leaves the house without my signal of permission. Another armed picquet is in ambush near the front gate. The Boy-scouts watch the back premises." At this moment the cheerful hoot of a motor-horn was heard from the drive.

Doctor Alwyn grasped Blaine's arm. "The motor-horn!" he gasped. "The car I was in last night!" The detective nodded shortly, without speaking, and leaning forward, stared fixedly out of the window. A long, low-bodied limousine appeared, creeping slowly up, inch by inch, until it was fairly abreast of them.

The motor-horn sounded again, close at hand, and he turned and went up to his room. Upstairs, the room held out the intimate welcome of its lamp and fire. Everything in it exhaled the same sense of peace and stability which, two evenings before, had lulled him to complacent meditation.

"There she is now," said Peter over their shoulders. Varney turned and looked ashore at the point where the gig was patiently waiting. There was no sign of anybody there. "Upstream," added Peter, and the sudden honk of a motor-horn punctuated the observation like a full stop.

Judge her surprise, therefore, when she heard the hoot of a motor-horn, and the next instant saw, coming up the drive, the well-known Daimler touring car from Cheverley Chase. In her excitement she almost dropped her clubs. Had Cousin Clare come over to see them? Or had Everard a holiday?

They perceived they must wear some cheaper and more readily prepared costume, and Grubb fell back on white dominoes. They entertained the notion for a time of selecting the two worst machines from the hiring-stock, painting them over with crimson enamel paint, replacing the bells by the loudest sort of motor-horn, and doing a ride about to begin and end the entertainment.