"I feel positively certain you will have it," said Mrs. Fergusson; "and you certainly will deserve it."
BOOK II
FRIENDS
[CHAPTER I]
MISSING
SNOW-CAPPED Helvellyn's heights. Butterdale Manor looked out upon white-crested Fells across a dark purple lake. The house itself was shuttered up for the night. Justin Holme, in a thick overcoat, stepped out of a car, and made his way up to his front door. He had sent no word of his arrival in England. It was his fancy to take his family unaware.
The respectable maid who opened the door to him was a stranger to him, and he to her. She asked his name.
He gave a short laugh.
"You need not announce me. I'll announce myself."
He slipped out of his coat, gave directions about his luggage, then made his way across the hall to the drawing-room. The door was ajar, and he saw lights within.