CHAPTER XXVII A GRUESOME FIND

When Allan opened his eyes, it was to find the kindly face of Mary Welsh looking down at him.

"Is it time to get up?" he asked, and tried to rise, but Mary pressed him gently back against the pillow.

"There, there, lay still," she said.

"But what," he began-and then a sudden twinge in the side brought back in a flash all that h