blind　had　not　been　pulled　down　overnight；　and　the　moonlight
  streamed　into　the　room；　across　the　bed　whereon　Dare　was
  sleeping。　　He　lay　on　his　back；　his　arms　thrown　out；　and　his
  well…curved　youthful　form　looked　like　an　unpedestaled　Dionysus
  in　the　colourless　lunar　rays。
  Sleep　had　cleared　Havill's　mind　from　the　drowsing　effects　of
  the　last　night's　sitting；　and　he　thought　of　Dare's　mysterious
  manner　in　speaking　of　himself。　　This　lad　resembled　the
  Etruscan　youth　Tages；　in　one　respect；　that　of　being　a　boy
  with；　seemingly；　the　wisdom　of　a　sage；　and　the　effect　of　his
  presence　was　now　heightened　by　all　those　sinister　and　mystic
  attributes　which　are　lent　by　nocturnal　environment。　　He　who　in
  broad　daylight　might　be　but　a　young　chevalier　d'industrie　was
  now　an　unlimited　possibility　in　social　phenomena。　　Havill
  remembered　how　the　lad　had　pointed　to　his　breast；　and　said
  that　his　secret　was　literally　kept　there。　　The　architect　was
  too　much　of　a　provincial　to　have　quenched　the　common　curiosity
  that　was　part　of　his　nature　by　the　acquired　metropolitan
  indifference　to　other　people's　lives　which；　in　essence　more
  unworthy　even　than　the　former；　causes　less　practical
  inconvenience　in　its　exercise。
  Dare　was　breathing　profoundly。　　Instigated　as　above　mentioned；
  Havill　got　out　of　bed　and　stood　beside　the　sleeper。　　After　a
  moment's　pause　he　gently　pulled　back　the　unfastened　collar　of
  Dare's　nightshirt　and　saw　a　word　tattooed　in　distinct
  characters　on　his　breast。　　Before　there　was　time　for　Havill　to
  decipher　it　Dare　moved　slightly；　as　if　conscious　of
  disturbance；　and　Havill　hastened　back　to　bed。　　Dare　bestirred
  himself　yet　more；　whereupon　Havill　breathed　heavily；　though
  keeping　an　intent　glance　on　the　lad　through　his　half…closed
  eyes　to　learn　if　he　had　been　aware　of　the　investigation。
  Dare　was　certainly　conscious　of　something；　for　he　sat　up；
  rubbed　his　eyes；　and　gazed　around　the　room；　then　after　a　few
  moments　of　reflection　he　drew　some　article　from　beneath　his
  pillow。　　A　blue　gleam　shone　from　the　object　as　Dare　held　it　in
  the　moonlight；　and　Havill　perceived　that　it　was　a　small
  revolver。
  A　clammy　dew　broke　out　upon　the　face　and　body　of　the　architect
  when；　stepping　out　of　bed　with　the　weapon　in　his　hand；　Dare
  looked　under　the　bed；　behind　the　curtains；　out　of　the　window；
  and　into　a　closet；　as　if　convinced　that　something　had
  occurred；　but　in　doubt　as　to　what　it　was。　　He　then　came　across
  to　where　Havill　was　lying　and　still　keeping　up　the　appearance
  of　sleep。　　Watching　him　awhile　and　mistrusting　the　reality　of
  this　semblance；　Dare　brought　it　to　the　test　by　holding　the
  revolver　within　a　few　inches　of　Havill's　forehead。
  Havill　could　stand　no　more。　　Crystallized　with　terror；　he
  said；　without　however　moving　more　than　his　lips；　in　dread　of
  hasty　action　on　the　part　of　Dare：　　'O；　good　Lord；　Dare；　Dare；
  I　have　done　nothing！'
  The　youth　smiled　and　lowered　the　pistol。　　'I　was　only　finding
  out　whether　it　was　you　or　some　burglar　who　had　been　playing
  tricks　upon　me。　　I　find　it　was　you。'
  'Do　put　away　that　thing！　　It　is　too　ghastly　to　produce　in　a
  respectable　bedroom。　　Why　do　you　carry　it？'
  'Cosmopolites　always　do。　　Now　answer　my　questions。　　What　were
  you　up　to？'　and　Dare　as　he　spoke　played　with　the　pistol　again。
  Havill　had　recovered　some　coolness。　　'You　could　not　use　it
  upon　me；'　he　said　sardonically；　watching　Dare。　　'It　would　be
  risking　your　neck　for　too　little　an　object。'
  'I　did　not　think　you　were　shrewd　enough　to　see　that；'　replied
  Dare　carelessly；　as　he　returned　the　revolver　to　its　place。
  'Well；　whether　you　have　outwitted　me　or　no；　you　will　keep　the
  secret　as　long　as　I　choose。'
  'Why？'　said　Havill。
  'Because　I　keep　your　secret　of　the　letter　abusing　Miss　P。；　and
  of　the　pilfered　tracing　you　carry　in　your　pocket。'
  'It　is　quite　true；'　said　Havill。
  They　went　to　bed　again。　　Dare　was　soon　asleep；　but　Havill　did
  not　attempt　to　disturb　him　again。　　The　elder　man　slept　but
  fitfully。　　He　was　aroused　in　the　morning　by　a　heavy　rumbling
  and　jingling　along　the　highway　overlooked　by　the　window；　the
  front　wall　of　the　house　being　shaken　by　the　reverberation。
  'There　is　no　rest　for　me　here；'　he　said；　rising　and　going　to
  the　window；　carefully　avoiding　the　neighbourhood　of　Mr。　Dare。
  When　Havill　had　glanced　out　he　returned　to　dress　himself。
  'What's　that　noise？'　said　Dare；　awakened　by　the　same　rumble。
  'It　is　the　Artillery　going　away。'
  'From　where？'
  'Markton　barracks。'
  'Hurrah！'　said　Dare；　jumping　up　in　bed。　　'I　have　been　waiting
  for　that　these　six　weeks。'
  Havill　did　not　ask　questions　as　to　the　meaning　of　this
  unexpected　remark。
  When　they　were　downstairs　Dare's　first　act　was　to　ring　the
  bell　and　ask　if　his　Army　and　Navy　Gazette　had　arrived。
  While　the　servant　was　gone　Havill　cleared　his　throat　and　said；
  'I　am　an　architect；　and　I　take　in　the　Architect；　you　are　an
  architect；　and　you　take　in　the　Army　and　Navy　Gazette。'
  'I　am　not　an　architect　any　more　than　I　am　a　soldier；　but　I
  have　taken　in　the　Army　and　Navy　Gazette　these　many　weeks。'
  When　they　were　at　breakfast　the　paper　came　in。　　Dare　hastily
  tore　it　open　and　glanced　at　the　pages。
  'I　am　going　to　Markton　after　breakfast！'　he　said　suddenly；
  before　looking　up；　'we　will　walk　together　if　you　like？'
  They　walked　together　as　planned；　and　entered　Markton　about　ten
  o'clock。
  'I　have　just　to　make　a　call　here；'　said　Dare；　when　they　were
  opposite　the　barrack…entrance　on　the　outskirts　of　the　town；
  where　wheel…tracks　and　a　regular　chain　of　hoof…marks　left　by
  the　departed　batteries　were　imprinted　in　the　gravel　between
  the　open　gates。　　'I　shall　not　be　a　moment。'　　Havill　stood
  still　while　his　companion　entered　and　asked　the　commissary　in
  charge；　or　somebody　representing　him；　when　the　new　batteries
  would　arrive　to　take　the　place　of　those　which　had　gone　away。
  He　was　informed　that　it　would　be　about　noon。
  'Now　I　am　at　your　service；'　said　Dare；　'and　will　help　you　to
  rearrange　your　design　by　the　new　intellectual　light　we　have
  acquired。'
  They　entered　Havill's　office　and　set　to　work。　　When　contrasted
  with　the　tracing　from　Somerset's　plan；　Havill's　design；　which
  was　not　far　advanced；　revealed　all　its　weaknesses　to　him。
  After　seeing　Somerset's　scheme　the　bands　of　Havill's
  imagination　were　loosened：　　he　laid　his　own　previous　efforts
  aside；　got　fresh　sheets　of　drawing…paper　and　drew　with　vigour。
  'I　may　as　well　stay　and　help　you；'　said　Dare。　　'I　have　nothing
  to　do　till　twelve　o'clock；　and　not　much　then。'
  So　there　he　remained。　　At　a　quarter　to　twelve　children　and
  idlers　began　to　gather　against　the　railings　of　Havill's　house。
  A　few　minutes　past　twelve　the　noise　of　an　arriving　host　was
  heard　at　the　entrance　to　the　town。　　Thereupon　Dare　and　Havill
  went　to　the　window。
  The　X　and　Y　Batteries　of　the　Z　Brigade；　Royal　Horse　Artillery；
  were　entering　Markton；　each　headed　by　the　major　with　his
  bugler　behind　him。　　In　a　moment　they　came　abreast　and　passed；
  every　man　in　his　place；　that　is　to　say：
  Six　shining　horses；　in　pairs；　harnessed　by　rope…traces　white
  as　milk；　with　a　driver　on　each　near　horse：　　two　gunners　on　the
  lead…coloured　stout…wheeled　limber；　their　carcases　jolted　to　a
  jelly　for　lack　of　springs：　　two　gunners　on　the　lead…coloured
  stout…wheeled　gun…carriage；　in　the　same　personal　condition：
  the　nine…pounder　gun；　dipping　its　heavy　head　to　earth；　as　if
  ashamed　of　its　office　in　these　enlightened　times：　　the
  complement　of　jingling　and　prancing　troopers；　riding　at　the
  wheels　and　elsewhere：　　six　shining　horses　with　their　drivers；
  and　traces　white　as　milk；　as　before：　　two　more　gallant　jolted
  men；　on　another　jolting　limber；　and　more　stout　wheels　and
  lead…coloured　paint：　　two　more　jolted　men　on　another　drooping
  gun：　　more　jingling　troopers　on　horseback：　　again　six　shining
  draught…horses；　traces；　drivers；　gun；　gunners；　lead　paint；
  stout　wheels　and　troopers　as　before。
  So　each　detachment　lumbered　slowly　by；　all　eyes　martially
  forward；　except　when　wandering　in　quest　of　female　beauty。
  'He's　a　fine　fellow；　is　he　not？'　said　Dare；　denoting　by　a　nod
  a　mounted　officer；　with　a　sallow；　yet　handsome　face；　and　black
  moustache；　who　came　up　on　a　bay　gelding　with　the　men　of　his
  battery。
  'What　is　he？'　said　Havill。
  'A　captain　who　lacks　advancement。'
  'Do　you　know　him？'
  'I　know　him？'
  'Yes；　do　you？'
  Dare　made　no　reply；　and　they　watched　the　captain　as　he　rode
  past　with　his　drawn　sword　in　his　hand；　the　sun　making　a　little
  sun　upon　its　blade；　and　upon　his　brilliantly　polished　long
  boots　and　bright　spurs；　also　warming　his　gold　cross…belt　and
  braidings；　white　gloves；　busby　with　its　red　bag；　and　tall
  white　plume。
  Havill　seemed　to　be　too　indifferent　to　press　his　questioning；
  and　when　all　the　soldiers　had　passed　by；　Dare　observed　to　his
  companion　that　he　should　leave　him　for　a　short　time；　but　would
  return　in　the　afternoon　or　next　day。
  After　this　he　walked　up　the　street　in　the　rear　of　the
  artillery；　following　them　to　the　barracks。　　On　reaching　the
  gates　he　found　a　crowd　of　people　gathered　outside；　looking
  with　admiration　at　the　guns　and　gunners　drawn　up　within　the
  enclosure。　　When　the　soldiers　were　dismissed　to　their　quarters
  the　sightseers　dispersed；　and　Dare　went　through　the　gates　to
  the