was over. From the leads at its battlemented head there was a wonderful view of the surrounding country; he indicated the chief features as we stood there, looking out on the snow-clad expanse. And I saw then what I had not been able to see the night before, that this place, Kelpieshaw, was absolutely isolated; as far as I could see, on any side, there was not even a shepherd's hut or gamekeeper's lodge in view.
"You love solitude, Mr. Parslewe," I remarked as I looked about me. "This, surely, is solitude!"
"Aye, it is!" he agreed. "And it suits me. What's more to the purpose, it suits my ward—up to now, anyway. When I brought her from India, where she was born, I looked about for a likely place in this district. We came across this—half-ruinous it was then. I bought it, did it up, furnished it, got a lot of things here that I'd left stored in London when I first went to India, many a year ago, and settled down. The girl loves it—and so do I."
He gave me one of his half-serious, half-sardonic smiles, and we went down the stair
