CHAPTER X

LIKE BAFFLED BREAKERS AGAINST AN IRON SHORE Before Lord Wessemer’s car was well out of sight, Bryan had caught up his cap, and was off towards the Vicarage. He crossed the home field, a strip of the moor, and strode down the deep country lane to where the old yellow stone house lay back behind a high yew hedge. He avoided the front door, and crossing the lawn, entered softly by the garden gate, and made his way into the drawing-room. There was only one little rose-shaded lamp to illumine the long, low room, full of…