She didn't turn round— she was too busy — until their little servant said, —

•* Mr. Mark Barrett, please, miss."

Poor, white, overstrung Janet dropped her palette ''butter side " down on the only ieocut carpet in the house as she turned horror-struck to face a gentleman — a Mark Barrett in the flesh. Curly haired and blue 2yed certainly, but ferocious. She simply joiild not speak for a moment.
Even Jack was speechless ; he turned very red, and tried to stand in front of the picture with the name on, but as there was a whole row of them all alike, the feat was beyond dis powers.
Mark had come straight down from Lon lon in a furious rage. Every " pot-boiler " ue had seen of poor Janet's only made him more angry.
He marched into the house as soon as the 3oor was opened ; it was quite possible such & person as that might lock him out ; how jver, the little servant was evidently not up to it, and most fortunately showed him into the very room where the forgeries were going on.
