bad egg. What did you expect to be accused of?"
Simon could no more hide his relief to-night than he could hide his fears.
"Only of what you have told me—only of course of what you say! But I can explain. In good time I can explain."
It was at that moment that the door opened sharply and the start the lawyer gave showed the state of his nerves after Mr. Cromarty's handling. Mary MacLean stood in the doorway, her face twitching.
"What's the matter?" snapped her master.
"Please, sir, there are men in the garden!" she cried.
The lawyer leapt to his feet.
"Men in the garden!" he cried, and there was a note in his voice which startled even tough Ned Cromarty. "What are they doing?"
"I don't know, sir. It sounded almost as if they was digging."
Simon swayed for an instant and grasped the back of his chair. Then in a muffled voice he muttered:
"I'm going to see!"
He had scarcely made a step towards the door when Cromarty was on his feet too.
"Steady!" he cried. "Get out there, and shut the door!"
The towering form and formidable voice sent Mary out with a shut door between them almost as the command was off his tongue. A couple
