"That's right," said the sergeant. "You may throw some new light on the case."
"I've just one request," said Travers. "You know Gardiner?"
"I've heard of him."
"Have him at the inquest."
"As a juror or witness?"
"It doesn't matter, but have him there."
"All right. I'll see to it. And now, Miss Harris, if you will permit me, I will bring your horse for you."
Grey took a conveniently long time to find the horse, but at last he appeared in the door. Beulah released her fingers from Jim's and swung herself into the saddle.
"Sergeant Grey," she said, "I think you're the second best man in the world. Good night."
The sergeant's military shoulders came up squarer still, and he stood at attention as she rode into the darkness.