Elsie, the cook, was an early riser and worker, but even she had been exhausted by the doings of the long day on which Harry Garlett had been arrested. So she came down later than usual the next morning.
It was still rather dark, so she turned on the electric light, and, after she had lit the fire and put on a kettle of water, she began bustling about the kitchen.
All at once, and for the first time in her life, she gave a suppressed scream, for three pale faces were glued to the kitchen window, and for an awful moment she thought they were the spirits of dead men.
Then the woman’s strong good sense asserted itself. Spirits don’t wear great coats and billy-c**k hats. Looking straight into the three staring faces, she hurried to the front door and unlocked it. At once the three men faced
