Frank Chadwick jumped from a chair in the front window and ran toward the door. A form had swung from the sidewalk along the drive that marked the entrance to Lord Hasting's London home and at sight of it Frank had uttered an exclamation. Now, as the figure climbed the steps, Frank flung open the door. "Jack " he exclaimed with outstretched hand. "I feared something had happened, you have been gone so long and we had heard nothing of you." "I'm perfectly whole," laughed Jack, grasping his friend's hand. "Why, I've been gone less than two weeks."