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“It was back of the house by the garage,” Bettina said. “If only Jasper–“

And at that moment Jasper came into the circle of light. He had a Norfolk coat on over his pajamas and a pair of slippers, and he was running, calling over his shoulder to some one behind as he ran.

“Watch the drive!” he yelled. “I saw him duck round the corner.”

We could hear other footsteps now and somebody panting near us. Aggie was sitting huddled in a porch chair, crying, and Bettina, in the hall, was trying to get down from the wall a Moorish knife that Eliza Bailey had picked up somewhere.

“John!” we heard Jasper calling. “John! Quick! I’ve got him!”

He was just at the corner of the porch. My heart stopped and then rushed on a thousand a minute. Then:–

“Take your hands off me!” said Tish’s voice.

The next moment Tish came majestically into the circle of light and mounted the steps. Jasper, with his mouth open, stood below looking up, and a hired man in what looked like a bed quilt was behind in the shadow.

Tish was completely dressed in her motoring clothes, even to her goggles. She looked neither to the right nor left, but stalked across the porch into the house and up the stairway. None of us moved until we heard the door of her room slam above.

“Poor old dear!” said Bettina. “She’s been walking in her sleep!”

“But the shots!” gasped Aggie. “Some one was shooting at her!”

Conscious now of his costume, Jasper had edged close to the veranda and stood in its shadow.

“Walking in her sleep, of course!” he said heartily. “The trip to-day was too much for her. But think of her getting into that burglar-proof garage with her eyes shut–or do sleep-walkers have their eyes shut?–and actually cranking up my racer!”

Aggie looked at me and I looked at Aggie.

“Of course,” Jasper went on, “there being no muffler on it, the racket wakened her as well as the neighborhood. And then the way we chased her!”

“Poor old dear!” said Bettina again. “I’m going in to make her some tea.”

“I think,” said Jasper, “that I need a bit of tea too. If you will put out the porch lights I’ll come up and have some.”

But Aggie and I said nothing. We knew Tish never walked in her sleep. She had meant to try out Jasper’s racing-car at dawn, forgetting that racers have no mufflers, and she had been, as one may say, hoist with her own petard–although I do not know what a petard is and have never been able to find out.

We drank our tea, but Tish refused to have any or to reply to our knocks, preserving a sulky silence. Also she had locked Aggie out and I was compelled to let her sleep in my room.

I was almost asleep when Aggie spoke:–

“Did you think there was anything queer about the way that Jasper boy said good-night to Bettina?” she asked drowsily.

“I didn’t hear him say good-night.”

“That was it. He didn’t. I think”–she yawned–“I think he kissed her.”

II

Tish was down early to breakfast that morning and her manner forbade any mention of the night before. Aggie, however, noticed that she ate her cereal with her left hand and used her right arm only when absolutely necessary. Once before Tish had almost broken an arm cranking a car and had been driven to arnica compresses for a week; but this time we dared not suggest anything.

Shortly after breakfast she came down to the porch where Aggie and I were knitting.

“I’ve hurt my arm, Lizzie,” she said. “I wish you’d come out and crank the car.”

“You’d better stay at home with an arm like that,” I replied stiffly.

“Very well, I’ll crank it myself.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the drug store for arnica.”

Bettina was not there, so I turned on Tish sharply. “I’ll go, of course,” I said; “but I’ll not go without speaking my mind, Letitia Carberry. By and large, I’ve stood by you for twenty-five years, and now in the weakness of your age I’m not going to leave you. But I warn you, Tish, if you touch that racing-car again, I’ll send for Charlie Sands.”