“When?  How?  Where is he now?” he cried, and with a word to his companions he had crossed the hall, raced down a lengthy passage, and flung open the door of his sanctum.  There, sure enough, were the broad shoulders of Wratislaw bending among the books.

“Lord bless me, Tommy, what extraordinary surprise visit is this?  I thought you would be over your ears in work.  We are tremendously pleased to see you.”

The sharp blue eyes had been scanning the other’s frank sunburnt face with an air of affectionate consideration.  “I got off somehow or other, as I had to see you, old man, so I thought I would try this place first.  What a fortressed wilderness you live in!  I got out at Gledsmuir after travelling some dreary miles in a train which stopped at every farm, and then I had to wait an hour till the solitary dogcart of the inn returned.  Hullo! you’ve got other visitors” And he stretched out a massive hand to Arthur and George.

The sight of him had lifted a load from these gentlemen’s hearts.  The old watchdog had come; the little terriers might now take holiday.  The task of being Lewis’s keeper did not by right belong to them; they were only amateurs acting in the absence of the properly qualified Wratislaw.  Besides, it had been anxious work, for while each had sworn to himself aforetime to protect his friend from the wiles of Miss Wishart, both were now devoted slaves drawn at that young woman’s chariot wheel.  You will perceive that it is a delicate matter to wage war with a goddess, and a task unblest of Heaven.

Supper was brought, and the lamps lit in the cool old room, where, through the open window, they could still catch the glint of foam on the stream and the dark gloom of pines on the hill.  They fell ravenously on the meal, for one man had eaten nothing since midday and the others were fresh from moorland air.  Thereafter they pulled armchairs to a window, and lit the pipes of contentment.  Wratislaw stretched his arms on the sill and looked out into the fragrant darkness.

“Any news, Tommy?” asked his host.  “Things seem lively in the East.”

“Very, but I am ill-informed.  Did you lay no private lines of communication in your travels?”

“They were too short.  I picked up a lot of out-of-the-way hints, but as I am not a diplomatist I cannot use them.  I think I have already made you a present of most.  By the by, I see from the papers that an official expedition is going north from Bardur.  What idiot invented that?”

Wratislaw pulled his head in and sat back in his chair.  “You are sure you don’t happen to know?”

“Sure.  But it is just the sort of canard which the gentry on the other side of the frontier would invent to keep things quiet.  Who are the Englishmen at Bardur now?”

The elder man looked shrewdly at the younger, who was carelessly pulling a flower to pieces.  “There’s Logan, whom you know, and Thwaite and Gribton.”