She handed him the telegram quite simply. "I found this on my table. It's been opened. I don't understand——"
He read it through again and folded it quite small and evenly.
"Where's your room? You can't wait here."
"At the other end of the corridor—Oh, Bryan! God bless you!"
"S-sh! How will I know it? It won't do to make a mistake."
"Can't I hang a stocking over the knob?"
He looked at her askance a moment, then put on his jacket and walked away into the darkness. After what must have seemed more, and was probably less, than half an hour, he tapped softly at her door. He was wearing the big coat she knew so well. He had wrapped her in it more than once.
"I've arranged it," he said, in a low voice, strangely gentle. "Follow me, and walk quietly."
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A YEAR AND A DAY