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Code kissed her, promptly forgot her presence, and opened the

note.

It was from Elsa.

"Will be down to see you to-night at eight. Have sent a note to

Nat in your name, telling him to be there, too. I think we have

him on the hip, so be sure and have the squire and the officer

present."

Code wondered vaguely how they had Nat on the hip, as he had been

unable to find a single iota of proof to push home the case he

and Elsa had built up against him.

The note brought him stark awake and eager for the conference. He

had begun to drowse after a good home dinner and sixty hours

without sleep, but this acted like an electric shock. He was keen

and alert, for he knew that this was the night of his destiny.

Either he should triumph as he had in the grueling race, or he

should have to face the ignominy of transfer and legal

proceedings at St. Andrew's.