he expected was not there, a memorandum or what not. He set it down for nervousness, and went his way.
The rolling landscape of the Midlands was to his left and right. The lane ran along a ridge that commanded some little view upon either side. It led him northwards, and he could see in the clear air, for the moment smokeless, the tall chimneys of Ormeston. They were perhaps five miles away, and the Professor prepared to cover that distance. His heart was shot with a varied emotion, of exultation at his morning freedom, of terror that his evil deeds might have gone before him. But he was determined upon his duty under that cold dawn. He went swinging forward.
The east put on its passing cloudless colours, and beyond the rim of fields, far outward beyond the world, Phæbus Apollo rose unheralded and shone with his first level beams upon the misguided man.
Now almost as Apollo rose whether proceeding from Apollo's influence or from that of some Darker Power, hesitation and scheming entered once more into the heart of Professor Higginson.
First, he found that he was getting a little tired of the way. Five miles was a long
