Scarhaven Keep

hering darkness. And so as the girl came towards him, picking her way across the pools which lay amidst the brown ribs of sand, he went forward, throwing away all formality and reserve in his eagerness. "Forgive me for speaking so unceremoniously," he said as they met. "I'm looking for a friend who has disappeared?mysteriously. Can you tell me if, any time yesterday, afternoon or evening, you saw anywhere about here a tall, distinguished-looking man? the actor type. In fact, he is an actor?perhaps you've heard of him? Mr. Bassett Oliver." He was looking narrowly at the girl as he spoke, and she, too, looked narrowly at him out of a pair of grey eyes of more than ordinary intelligence and perception. And at the famous actor's name she started a little and a faint colour stole over her cheeks. "Mr. Bassett Oliver!" she exclaimed in a clear, cultured voice. "My mother and I saw Mr. Oliverat the Northborough Theatre on Friday evening. Do you mean that he " "I mean?to put it bluntly?that Bassett Oliver is lost," answered Copplestone. "He came to this place yesterday, Sunday, morning, to look round; he lunched at the 'Admiral's Arms,' he went out, after a chat with the landlady, and he's never been seen since. He should have turned up at the 'Angel' at Norcaster last night, and at a rehearsal at the Theatre Royal there today at noon?but he didn't. His manager and I have tracked him here?and so far I can't hear of him. I've asked people all through the villag...