CHAPTER IX

The Green Archer Garre Castle, with its gaunt keep and its crenallated walls, offered little hint of the comfort it held. Forbidding and gloomy of exterior, no ray of light shone from its loopholed walls and turrets. The mullioned windows of Mr. Bellamy's library looked out upon the green lawn of the inner ward, and from these windows one wall of the Sanctuary Keep rose in a stark, unbroken, and seemingly endless line. There were people who wondered why this man, who never read a book and to whom history made no ap…