CHAPTER XIX

REVEILLÉ It was not yet dawn when David Linton, fully dressed, came into the cottage garden. The door stood open, and he kicked off his shoes and crept into the house. Eva sat on the floor of the passage with her head in her hands. She looked up with a start as the big man came in, and scrambled to her feet; a queer dishevelled figure with her tousled head and crumpled cap and apron. A wave of dismay swept over Mr. Linton. “Is he——?” he whispered, and stopped. The girl beckoned him into the sitting-room. “’E’s neve…