of English water-colour art; and they had deserved much better treatment at the hands of their former possessor than they appeared to have received.
“The drawings,” I answered, “require careful straining and mounting; and, in my opinion, they are well worth----”
“I beg your pardon,” interposed Mr. Fairlie. “Do you mind my closing my eyes while you speak? Even this light is too much for them. Yes?”
“I was about to say that the drawings are well worth all the time and trouble----”
Mr. Fairlie
into the bargain.”
The policeman looked at the card that was handed down to him.
“Why are we to stop her, sir? What has she done?”
“Done! She has escaped from my Asylum. Don’t forget; a woman in white. Drive on.”
V
“She has escaped from my Asylum!”
I cannot say with truth that the terrible