at the risk of offending a stray customer kitty delayed opening the post-office until her outraged spirit had become a little calmer—only a little, for the mingled passions so brutally aroused would subside only through sheer exhaustion. she had no one to confide in, no one to count on for sympathy and comfort. she had thought she had grown used to being alone in the world, but she had never experienced loneliness like this. her bosom heaved, but her eyes remained dry.

the sounds of her aunt opening the shop next door roused her from a sort of stupor. taking the big key, she proceeded to open the office for the day’s business. there was some book-keeping to be done, also a schedule or two to fill up, but her hand shook so that she could scarcely write. and suddenly she realized that she was afraid, desperately afraid. she was so wholly p. 34dependent on that man next door; her very existence was in his hands; she was, to all intents and purposes, his prisoner.

a few pounds would have made all the difference now. she possessed less than two shillings. there was no escape.

she unlocked the safe, and transferred part of its contents, money, stamps, and so forth, to their proper drawers. the money gave her a sickish feeling; so much of it—the price of her salvation over and over again—her freedom in a fraction of it. . . . violently she shut the drawer and turned to the desk.

a child came in with a letter and a penny, and, a little later, a woman with a parcel. then there was a longish blank till an elderly man entered. he made a brief remark on the weather and proceeded to fill up a money order request-form. presently he pushed it across the counter along with the money, ￡27, in three five-pound and twelve one-pound notes, also an eightpence to pay the charge. laying the money on the desk, she collected her wits and carefully wrote out the order. her sleeve brushed the notes separate without her noticing.

the man wanted to know when a letter would be delivered in a certain outlying place in ireland, p. 35and she took the “post-office guide” to the counter and found him the information contained therein. he went out, leaving the door open. the brisk current of morning air was welcome. before she could turn from the counter a girl came in with a few shillings for her savings account. . . .

when the girl had gone kitty put her hands to her head, which was now throbbing painfully. some little time elapsed before she returned to the desk. observing the notes, she gathered them up and placed them in the proper drawer for money order and postal order transactions. she locked the drawer with a key on the bunch hanging from her belt. often this drawer contained fairly large sums. once more she attacked her clerical work.

somehow the morning passed. at noon she was relieved for half an hour, by her uncle. he peered about, but made no remark, and without even glancing at him she passed through the short passage leading to the shop and thence to the cottage. her dinner was waiting on the table. miss corrie, who had put it there, had gone back to the shop; she dined with her brother later.

kitty could not eat. after a while she went up to her room and lay down for ten minutes. p. 36the pity was that she did not spend the whole of her half-hour upstairs.

the first thing corrie did on being left to himself, was to snatch from the floor, under the shadow of the desk, a five-pound note. holding it stretched between his hands, he stood transfixed, while the clock ticked nearly a hundred seconds. then his hands began to shake and sweat appeared on his face. . . . two minutes later he left the office to take care of itself, going out by the public way. keeping close to the wall he passed round behind the office and shop and into the yard at the back of the house. the place was not overlooked by neighbours, but he glanced keenly about him before he turned his gaze upwards. above the ivy an attic window was wide open.

he tiptoed to an out-house; he tiptoed back with a ladder. he placed the ladder in position and climbed a few bars, halted, and made a show of doing something to the ivy. ascending further, he repeated the performance. at last he was at the window. for a few seconds he remained with his body bent and stretched into the room, then he withdrew, descended the ladder, replaced it in the out-house, and returned to the office.

at 12.30 his niece appeared. he moved towards p. 37the shop, seemed to change his mind, and came back. he cleared his throat, and said—

“i’ll check the cash.”

hitherto the formality had always taken place after business hours, but the girl, too sick at heart to be surprised at anything, without hesitation or remark handed him her keys.

before long miss corrie called him to dinner.

“it’ll ha’ to wait,” he returned, apparently immersed in his task.

at the end of twenty minutes he spoke.

“here!”

she came over. “anything wrong?” she asked wearily.

he pointed to the open drawer. “ye’re short!”

“nonsense! twenty-seven pounds—that’s been the only money order business to-day.”

“well, there’s only twenty-two.”

“you’ve made a mistake,” she said, with reviving alertness. “three fives and twelve singles.”

“was that how torrance gave ye the money? be very sure now!—three fives and twelve singles? eh?”

“i’m perfectly sure,” she returned impatiently. “the notes must have stuck. how much do you make me short?”

p. 38“count for yourself.”

she took them out and laid them on the counter. there was a short silence broken only by the rustle of the paper and the ticking of the clock.

suddenly she raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes, without a word.

he stood her gaze for a brief space, then turned it to the notes. his fist banged the counter.

“five pound short—a five-pound note—where is it?”

still she stared at him silent.

“can ye no answer?” he snarled at last.

she answered with an odd, slow smile. it maddened him. he strode across to the passage and shouted for his sister.

miss corrie came at once. “what’s the matter, john? mind, the lad’s in the shop.”

“send him to his dinner.”

kitty spoke. “no. i want a witness.”

“a witness!” screeched the woman. “what for?”

corrie pushed her aside, and bawled—

“peter, ye can go for your dinner now.” he waited until he heard a door open and close, then wheeled and said to his sister—“she’s five pound short.”

miss corrie threw up her hands.

p. 39“yes,” said kitty quietly, “i’m five pounds short.”

the woman was about to speak, but her brother motioned her to hold her tongue.

“i want to know where that five-pound note is. . . . do ye hear me, girl?”

she paid not the slightest attention.

“see here, rachel,” he said, somewhat wildly, “she admits she got twenty-seven pound from torrance this morning. she had the key o’ the drawer all the time i was here my lone. as you and the boy can swear i never passed to the house. when i checked the cash in her presence, i found her five pound short. . . . and she won’t say what’s become o’ it.”

“tell him,” cried miss corrie. “speak!”

“what’s the use?” said the girl, and there was a pause.

“were ye up the stair at your dinner-time?” he demanded.

no answer.

“ay; i heard her,” said her aunt.

“then it’s my duty to—to make a search,” he said in a thick voice.

“get the police,” said kitty. “they’re honest.”

he all but lost control then. “up to your p. 40room!” he roared. “rachel, you maun come likewise.”

kitty turned and led the way. she felt that this was only the beginning of the ghastly farce, nothing could possibly be found in her room unless her uncle contrived to put it there while he was pretending to search, and she would see to it that he was not allowed to manage that!

“if it’s no in there,” said corrie, as they reached the small landing, “your aunt’ll ha’ to search your person. go inside the two o’ ye. i’ll bide here. rachel, you make search.”

kitty began to feel puzzled in a dull, dreary fashion. her uncle could play no tricks from where he stood. why should he make such a long business of the matter? he had failed to terrify her, and—

“where’ll i search?” wailed miss corrie.

“every place. it’s got to be found,” replied her brother. “it’s government money.”

“it’ll take a long, long time. would ye no give her another chance to—to speak?”

“she’s had her chance. hurry up!”

it was no doubt natural that miss corrie should start with the chest of drawers that served also for a dressing table, placed at an angle with the p. 41window and near it. she drew out the right-hand top drawer.

“turn it out on the floor,” he ordered.

kitty sat down on the bed and apathetically watched the scattering of her poor little fineries, gloves, ribbons, fancy buttons, and so on.

“it’s no’ there, anyway,” remarked rachel, rising at last.

she opened the neighbour drawer, and kitty winced, for it held her father’s manuscripts.

“oh!” gasped rachel, and stood petrified.

“hurry up!” called her brother, and she started.

“it—it’s here,” she whispered, and held it up.

corrie strode in, snatched it and held it close to his niece’s face.

kitty was white as death now. what dumb innocence, what loud defence, could stand against this?

her aunt slunk from the room.

“well,” said corrie at last in a lowered voice, “i’ll let ye go free now; i’ll let ye go free till this time to-morrow—no, till ten o’clock to-morrow night. but if ye want to go free after that, ye know the way—the only way. now ye can think over it. i’ll mind the office myself.”

with that he went out.

p. 42had kitty held a weapon of any sort then, she would certainly have tried to kill him.

* * * * *

in the evening her aunt brought her some tea, set it down, and retired without a word. but no restraint was put on her movements. restraint was unnecessary. where could she go, penniless? later, when she heard symington’s voice in the kitchen, she stole downstairs and out of doors.

in the dusk, an hour afterwards, she stood at her old place, waiting the roaring approach, the thundering dash past, of the london mail. colin hayward would not be on board, she told herself, and wondered vaguely why, after all, he had left early in the morning. and now he would be in london, and things there would already be making him forget her. she did not love him as she judged a maid should love a man—but oh! how gladly she would have yielded now to his tender arms and his kind voice. . . .

the train was coming—it was nearly on her. something white fluttered from a window. but the signal could not be for her!—and yet with her heart in her eyes she gazed. and just for a tick of time she had a glimpse of colin’s face. it was all over.

p. 43she laid her arms on the fence, and bowed her face on them, and wept as never she had wept in all her one-and-twenty years—such tears of bitterness, such tears of loneliness.

perhaps sam, quitting his post on the railway, may have wondered at the bowed figure, but he went off discreetly by his one way, a hundred yards further down the field.

in the starry darkness kitty came to herself, and slowly made her way to the only home she had. emotion had weakened her physically, but her spirit yet struggled strongly in the toils. she had still nearly twenty-four hours of freedom, such as it was. to-night it was too late for any persecution from alec symington, who surely must have left the cottage some time ago, and gone home, for it was now nearing eleven o’clock.

but on the road, at the gate of the field, he was waiting.