Malone was honestly shocked. "I can assure you we are incapable of such conduct." The old lady sat down, but still regarded them with a suspicious eye. Bolsover bustled about and got things ready. "You sit here" Mr. Mailey. Mr. Malone, will you sit between my wife and my daughter? Where would the young lady like to sit?"" Enid was feeling rather nervous. "I think," said she, "that I would like to sit next to Mr. Malone." Bolsover chuckled and winked at his wife. "Quite so. Most natural, I am sure." They all settled into their places. Mr. Bolsover had switched off the electric light, but a candle burned in the middle of the table. Malone thought what a picture it would have made for a Rembrandt. Deep shadows draped it in, but the yellow light flickered upon the circle of faces — the st