again the Squire had vanished into the hole in the wood。
〃He's gone；〃 said Treherne； with a clang of finality in his tones； like the slamming of a door。
〃Well； suppose he has？〃 cried the lawyer； roused at the voice。 〃The Squire can go into his own wood； I suppose！ What the devil's all the fuss about； Mr。 Paynter？ Don't tell me you think there's any harm in that plantation of sticks。〃
〃No； I don't；〃 said Paynter； throwing one leg over another and lighting a cigar。 〃But I shall stop here till he comes out。〃
〃Very well；〃 said Ashe shortly； 〃I'll stop with you； if only to see the end of this farce。〃
The doctor said nothing； but he also kept his seat and accepted one of the American's cigars。 If Treherne had been attending to the matter he might have noted； with his sardonic superstition； a curious factthat； while all three men were tacitly condemning themselves to stay out all night if necessary； all； by one blank omission or oblivion； assumed that it was impossible to follow their host into the wood just in front of them。 But Treherne； though still in the garden； had wandered away from the garden table； and was pacing along the single line of trees against the dark sea。 They had in their regular interstices； showing the sea as through a series of windows； something of the look of the ghost or skeleton of a cloister； and he； having thrown his coat once more over his neck； like a cape； passed to and fro like the ghost of some not very sane monk。
All these men； whether skeptics or mystics； looked back for the rest of their lives on that night as on something unnatural。 They sat still or started up abruptly； and paced the great garden in long detours； so that it seemed that no three of them were together at a time； and none knew who would be his companion； yet their rambling remained within the same dim and mazy space。 They fell into snatches of uneasy slumber； these were very brief； and yet they felt as if the whole sitting； strolling； or occasional speaking had been parts of a single dream。
Paynter woke once； and found Ashe sitting opposite him at a table otherwise empty； his face dark in shadow and his cigar…end like the red eye of a Cyclops。 Until the lawyer spoke； in his steady voice； Paynter was positively afraid of him。 He answered at random and nodded again； when he again woke the lawyer was gone； and what was opposite him was the bald； pale brow of the doctor； there seemed suddenly something ominous in the familiar fact that he wore spectacles。 And yet the vanishing Ashe had only vanished a few yards away； for he turned at that instant and strolled back to the table。 With a jerk Paynter realized that his nightmare was but a trick of sleep or sleeplessness； and spoke in his natural voice； but rather loud。
〃So you've joined us again； where's Treherne？〃
〃Oh； still revolving； I suppose； like a polar bear under those trees on the cliff；〃 replied Ashe； motioning with his cigar； 〃looking at what an older （and you will forgive me for thinking a somewhat better） poet called the wine…dark sea。 It really has a sort of purple shade； look at it。〃
Paynter looked； he saw the wine…dark sea and the fantastic trees that fringed it； but he did not see the poet； the cloister was already empty of its restless monk。
〃Gone somewhere else；〃 he said； with futility far from characteristic。 〃He'll be back here presently。 This is an interesting vigil； but a vigil loses some of its intensity when you can't keep awake。 Ah！ Here's Treherne； so we're all mustered； as the politician said when Mr。 Colman came late for dinner。 No； the doctor's off again。 how restless we all are！〃 The poet had drawn near； his feet were falling soft on the grass； and was gazing at them with a singular attentiveness。
〃It will soon be over；〃 he said。
〃What？〃 snapped Ashe very abruptly。
〃The night； of course；〃 replied Treherne in a motionless manner。 〃The darkest hour has passed。〃
〃Didn't some other minor poet remark；〃 inquired Paynter flippantly； 〃that the darkest hour before the dawn？ My God； what was that？ It was like a scream。〃
〃It was a scream；〃 replied the poet。 〃The scream of a peacock。〃
Ashe stood up； his strong pale face against his red hair； and said furiously： 〃What the devil do you mean？〃
〃Oh； perfectly natural causes； as Dr。 Brown would say；〃 replied Treherne。 〃Didn't the Squire tell us the trees had a shrill note of their own when the wind blew？ The wind's beating up again from the sea； I shouldn't wonder if there was a storm before dawn。〃
Dawn indeed came gradually with a growing noise of wind； and the purple sea began to boil about the dark volcanic cliffs。 The first change in the sky showed itself only in the shapes of the wood and the single stems growing darker but clearer； and above the gray clump； against a glimpse of growing light； they saw aloft the evil trinity of the trees。 In their long lines there seemed to Paynter something faintly serpentine and even spiral。 He could almost fancy he saw them slowly revolving as in some cyclic dance； but this； again； was but a last delusion of dreamland； for a few seconds later he was again asleep。 In dreams he toiled through a tangle of inconclusive tales； each filled with the same stress and noise of sea and sea wind； and above and outside all other voices the wailing of the Trees of Pride。
When he woke it was broad day； and a bloom of early light lay on wood and garden and on fields and farms for miles away。 The comparative common sense that daylight brings even to the sleepless drew him alertly to his feet； and showed him all his companions standing about the lawn in similar attitudes of expectancy。 There was no need to ask what they were expecting。 They were waiting to hear the nocturnal experiences； comic or commonplace or whatever they might prove to be； of that eccentric friend； whose experiment （whether from some subconscious fear or some fancy of honor） they had not ventured to interrupt。 Hour followed hour； and still nothing stirred in the wood save an occasional bird。 The Squire； like most men of his type； was an early riser； and it was not likely that he would in this case sleep late； it was much more likely； in the excitement in which he had left them； that he would not sleep at all。 Yet it was clear that he must be sleeping； perhaps by some reaction from a strain。 By the time the sun was high in heaven Ashe the lawyer； turning to the others； spoke abruptly and to the point。
〃Shall we go into the wood now？〃 asked Paynter； and almost seemed to hesitate。
〃I will go in；〃 said Treherne simply。 Then； drawing up his dark head in answer to their glances； he added：
〃No； do not trouble yourselves。 It is never the believer who is afraid。〃
For the second time they saw a man mount the white curling path and disappear into the gray tangled wood； but this time they did not have to wait long to see him again。
A few minutes later he reappeared in the woodland gateway； and came slowly toward them across the grass。 He stopped before the doctor； who stood nearest； and said something。 It was repeated to the others； and went round the ring with low cries of incredulity。 The others plunged into the wood and returned wildly； and were seen speaking to others again who gathered from the house； the wild wireless telegraphy which is the education of countryside communities spread it farther and farther before the fact itself was fully realized； and before nightfall a quarter of the county knew that Squire Vane had vanished like a burst bubble。
Widely as the wild story was repeated； and patiently as it was pondered； it was long before there was even the beginning of a sequel to it。 In the interval Paynter had politely removed himself from the house of mourning； or rather of questioning； but only so far as the village inn； for Barbara Vane was glad of the traveler's experience and sympathy； in addition to that afforded her by the lawyer and doctor as old friends of the family。 Even Treherne was not discouraged from his occasional visits with a view to helping the hunt for the lost man。 The five held many counsels round the old garden table； at which the unhappy master of the house had dined for the last time； and Barbara wore her old mask of stone； if it was now a more tragic mask。 She had shown no passion after the first morning of discovery； when she had broken forth once； speaking strangely enough in the view of some of her hearers。
She had come slowly out of the house； to which her own or some one else's wisdom had relegated her during the night of the wager； and it was clear from her face that somebody had told her the truth； Miles； the butler； stood on the steps behind her； and it was probably he。
〃Do not be much distressed； Miss Vane；〃 said Doctor Brown； in a low and rather uncertain voice。 〃The search in the wood has hardly begun。 I am convinced we shall findsomething quite simple。〃
〃The doctor is right；〃 said Ashe； in his firm tones； 〃I myself〃
〃The doctor is not right；〃 said the girl； turning a white face on the speaker； 〃I know better。 The poet is right。 The poet is always right。 Oh； he has been here from the beginning of the world； and seen wonders and terrors that are all round our path； and only hiding behind a bush or a stone。 You and your doctoring and your sciencewhy； you have only been here for a few fumbling generations； and you can't conquer even your own enemies of the flesh。 Oh； forgive me； Doctor； I know you do splendidly； but the fever comes in the village； and the people die and die for all that。 And now it's my poor father。 God help us all I The only thing left is to believe in God； for we can't help believing in devils。〃 And she left them； still walking quite slowly； but in such a fashion that no one could go after her。
The spring had already begun to ripen into summer； and spread a green tent from the tree over the garden table； when the American visitor； sitting there with his two professional companions； broke the silence by saying what had long been in his mind。
〃Well；〃 he said； 〃I suppose whatever we may think it wise to say； we have all begun to think of a possible conclusion。 It can't be put very delicately anyhow； but； after all； there's a very necessary business side to it。 What are we going