letter I know, because Falkner has told us how he got the one mother

wrote him. Did you think me very weak and foolish for allowing myself to get frightened as I did?"

"You know I did not," I answered, with quite unnecessary vehemence. "Why I was only too proud and flattered that you should have consulted me at all. But, of course it was all somewhat mysterious. Is Ukozi about here now?"

"We haven't seen him for some days. Do you know, I can't help connecting his non-appearance with your return in some way. He must have known you would soon be here. Father is quite irritable and angry about it. He says the witch doctor promised to let him into all sorts of things. Now he pronounces him an arrant humbug."

"That's the best sign of all," I said, "and I hope he'll continue of that opinion. When elderly gentlemen take up fads bearing upon the occult especially, why, it isn't good for them. You don't mind my saying this?"

"Mind? Of course I don't mind. Why should I have bothered you with my silly fears and misgivings--at a time too when you had so much else to think about--if I were to take offence at what you said? And it seems so safe now that you are near us again."

What was this? Again a sort of shadow seemed to come over our talk. Was it only on account of some imaginary protection my presence might afford that she had been so cordially and unfeignedly glad to welcome me?

"I think you may make your mind quite easy now," I said. "This Ukozi had some end of his own to serve, possibly that of stealing the dog, which he knew he could trade for a good price in Zululand, and probably