Part 64 (1/2)

McKay also sat up on his steamer chair.

”Oh!” he cried gaily, ”h.e.l.lo, Recklow! Where on earth have you been for three days?”

Recklow came into the rose arbour. The blossoms were gone from the vines but it was a fragrant, golden place into which the September sun filtered. He lifted Miss Erith's hand and kissed it gravely.

”How are you?” he inquired.

”Perfectly well, and ready for Paris!” she said smilingly.

Recklow shook hands with McKay.

”You'll want a furlough, too,” he remarked. ”I'll fix it. How do you feel, McKay?”

”All right. Has anything come out of our report on the Great Secret?”

Recklow seated himself and they listened in strained silence to his careful report. Once Evelyn caught her breath and Recklow paused and turned to look at her.

”There were thousands and thousands of insane down there under the earth,” she said pitifully.

”Yes,” he nodded.