sible contingency of the boat not having arrived on schedule time. That was some slip. Not that it matters, though," he thought contentedly; "for I'll have a pretty protest for Bert Sands on the score of going there at her orders and getting thrown down like this. Wish I had time to go out there now and rub it in;" and he laughed at the conceit. However, he really did not have time, as he was behind on his work and had planned for a full afternoon at his typewriter. And so he turned his car up the mountain and was soon humming along towards home, feeling in a rather peaceful frame of mind.
However, when he came in sight of the tall hedge behind which nestled his home and that of his neighbor, he was surprised to see Moto outside of the opening, evidently watching for him. As he was keeping on to the garage, the man held up his hand, indicating that he wanted to speak to him first, and Dick drew up alongside.
Moto came close to the car. "Man come see you this morning," he said.
"Who?" asked Dick, quickly.
"All same man come be-fore along two lady."
"McKnight!" said Dick, clenching his teeth. "You didn't let him in, did you?"
"No-o. No-o. I say you go down to town. Don' know when you come back, I say."
"And did he go then?" asked Dick.
"No-o. He no go. He stay round l-o-n-g, long
