Quick, for God's sake--or they will see you."
Lilian Rosenberg hid behind an elm.
"Hulloa!" Kelson called out, advancing to the group.
"Why it's you, Matt!" Curtis cried. "Hamar said you would come!"
"Said I would come! How the deuce did he know?" Kelson exclaimed. "I
didn't know myself till the moment before I started."
"I willed you," Hamar explained; "as soon as I got back to my rooms
after the Show, a voice said in my ears--I heard it distinctly--'Be at
the Serpentine--the south bank--underneath a lime-tree--you will know
which--at twelve to-night.' I looked round--there was no one there.
Naturally, concluding this was a message from the Unknown I hastened
off to Curtis, who was in his digs--and needless to say--eating, and
having dragged him away with me in a diabolical temper--I then sought
you. Where were you?"
"Taking a walk. I felt I needed it."
"Alone! Are you sure you weren't out with some girl."
"I swear it."
"It seems as if I'm not the only liar!" Lilian Rosenberg said to
herself in her place of concealment. "What would Shiel say to that?"
"Humph! I don't know if I ought to believe you," Hamar remarked. "Did
you feel me willing you to come here?"
"Rather!" Kelson said. "That is why I came. I seemed to hear your
voice say 'To Hyde Park--to Hyde Park--the Serpentine--the
Serpentine.'" Then sinking his voice he whispered, "What's up with the
policeman, he looks deuced queer?"
"He's in a trance.
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