XIII. — HARIPOL—AUXILIARY TROOPS
HALF-WAY down the avenue, Archie drew up sharply.
“I forgot about Mackenzie. We can’t have him here—he’ll play the fool somehow. Benjie, out you go. You’re one of the few that can manage him. Here’s his lead—you tie him up somewhere and watch for us, and we’ll pick you up outside the gates when we start home...Don’t get into trouble on your own account. I advise you to cut round to the bothies, and try to find out what is happenin’.”
On the massive doorstep of Haripol stood Lady Claybody, parasol in one hand and the now useless dog-whip in the other.
She made a motion as if to retreat, but thought better of it. Her face was flushed, and her air had abated something of its serenity. The sight of Janet—for she looked at Archie without recognition—seemed t
