ned me because it was so beautiful； because it was so good。〃
〃Syme；〃 exclaimed the Secretary； 〃are you ill？〃
〃It was like the face of some ancient archangel； judging justly after heroic wars。 There was laughter in the eyes； and in the mouth honour and sorrow。 There was the same white hair； the same great； grey…clad shoulders that I had seen from behind。 But when I saw him from behind I was certain he was an animal； and when I saw him in front I knew he was a god。〃
〃Pan；〃 said the Professor dreamily； 〃was a god and an animal。〃
〃Then； and again and always；〃 went on Syme like a man talking to himself； 〃that has been for me the mystery of Sunday； and it is also the mystery of the world。 When I see the horrible back； I am sure the noble face is but a mask。 When I see the face but for an instant； I know the back is only a jest。 Bad is so bad； that we cannot but think good an accident； good is so good； that we feel certain that evil could be explained。 But the whole came to a kind of crest yesterday when I raced Sunday for the cab； and was just behind him all the way。〃
〃Had you time for thinking then？〃 asked Ratcliffe。
〃Time；〃 replied Syme； 〃for one outrageous thought。 I was suddenly possessed with the idea that the blind； blank back of his head really was his facean awful； eyeless face staring at me！ And I fancied that the figure running in front of me was really a figure running backwards； and dancing as he ran。〃
〃Horrible！〃 said Dr。 Bull； and shuddered。
〃Horrible is not the word；〃 said Syme。 〃It was exactly the worst instant of my life。 And yet ten minutes afterwards； when he put his head out of the cab and made a grimace like a gargoyle； I knew that he was only like a father playing hide…and…seek with his children。〃
〃It is a long game；〃 said the Secretary； and frowned at his broken boots。
〃Listen to me；〃 cried Syme with extraordinary emphasis。 〃Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world？ It is that we have only known the back of the world。 We see everything from behind； and it looks brutal。 That is not a tree； but the back of a tree。 That is not a cloud； but the back of a cloud。 Cannot you see that everything is stooping and hiding a face？ If we could only get round in front〃
〃Look！〃 cried out Bull clamorously； 〃the balloon is coming down！〃
There was no need to cry out to Syme； who had never taken his eyes off it。 He saw the great luminous globe suddenly stagger in the sky； right itself； and then sink slowly behind the trees like a setting sun。
The man called Gogol； who had hardly spoken through all their weary travels； suddenly threw up his hands like a lost spirit。
〃He is dead！〃 he cried。 〃And now I know he was my friendmy friend in the dark！〃
〃Dead！〃 snorted the Secretary。 〃You will not find him dead easily。 If he has been tipped out of the car； we shall find him rolling as a colt rolls in a field； kicking his legs for fun。〃
〃Clashing his hoofs；〃 said the Professor。 〃The colts do； and so did Pan。〃
〃Pan again！〃 said Dr。 Bull irritably。 〃You seem to think Pan is everything。〃
〃So he is；〃 said the Professor； 〃in Greek。 He means everything。〃
〃Don't forget；〃 said the Secretary； looking down； 〃that he also means Panic。〃
Syme had stood without hearing any of the exclamations。
〃It fell over there；〃 he said shortly。 〃Let us follow it！〃
Then he added with an indescribable gesture
〃Oh； if he has cheated us all by getting killed！ It would be like one of his larks。〃
He strode off towards the distant trees with a new energy； his rags and ribbons fluttering in the wind。 The others followed him in a more footsore and dubious manner。 And almost at the same moment all six men realised that they were not alone in the little field。
Across the square of turf a tall man was advancing towards them； leaning on a strange long staff like a sceptre。 He was clad in a fine but old…fashioned suit with knee…breeches； its colour was that shade between blue； violet and grey which can be seen in certain shadows of the woodland。 His hair was whitish grey； and at the first glance； taken along with his knee…breeches； looked as if it was powdered。 His advance was very quiet； but for the silver frost upon his head； he might have been one to the shadows of the wood。
〃Gentlemen；〃 he said； 〃my master has a carriage waiting for you in the road just by。〃
〃Who is your master？〃 asked Syme； standing quite still。
〃I was told you knew his name；〃 said the man respectfully。
There was a silence； and then the Secretary said
〃Where is this carriage？〃
〃It has been waiting only a few moments；〃 said the stranger。 〃My master has only just come home。〃
Syme looked left and right upon the patch of green field in which he found himself。 The hedges were ordinary hedges； the trees seemed ordinary trees； yet he felt like a man entrapped in fairyland。
He looked the mysterious ambassador up and down； but he could discover nothing except that the man's coat was the exact colour of the purple shadows； and that the man's face was the exact colour of the red and brown and golden sky。
〃Show us the place；〃 Syme said briefly； and without a word the man in the violet coat turned his back and walked towards a gap in the hedge； which let in suddenly the light of a white road。
As the six wanderers broke out upon this thoroughfare； they saw the white road blocked by what looked like a long row of carriages； such a row of carriages as might close the approach to some house in Park Lane。 Along the side of these carriages stood a rank of splendid servants； all dressed in the grey…blue uniform； and all having a certain quality of stateliness and freedom which would not commonly belong to the servants of a gentleman； but rather to the officials and ambassadors of a great king。 There were no less than six carriages waiting； one for each of the tattered and miserable band。 All the attendants （as if in court…dress） wore swords； and as each man crawled into his carriage they drew them； and saluted with a sudden blaze of steel。
〃What can it all mean？〃 asked Bull of Syme as they separated。 〃Is this another joke of Sunday's？〃
〃I don't know；〃 said Syme as he sank wearily back in the cushions of his carriage； 〃but if it is； it's one of the jokes you talk about。 It's a good…natured one。〃
The six adventurers had passed through many adventures； but not one had carried them so utterly off their feet as this last adventure of comfort。 They had all become inured to things going roughly； but things suddenly going smoothly swamped them。 They could not even feebly imagine what the carriages were； it was enough for them to know that they were carriages； and carriages with cushions。 They could not conceive who the old man was who had led them； but it was quite enough that he had certainly led them to the carriages。
Syme drove through a drifting darkness of trees in utter abandonment。 It was typical of him that while he had carried his bearded chin forward fiercely so long as anything could be done； when the whole business was taken out of his hands he fell back on the cushions in a frank collapse。
Very gradually and very vaguely he realised into what rich roads the carriage was carrying him。 He saw that they passed the stone gates of what might have been a park； that they began gradually to climb a hill which； while wooded on both sides； was somewhat more orderly than a forest。 Then there began to grow upon him； as upon a man slowly waking from a healthy sleep； a pleasure in everything。 He felt that the hedges were what hedges should be； living walls； that a hedge is like a human army； disciplined； but all the more alive。 He saw high elms behind the hedges； and vaguely thought how happy boys would be climbing there。 Then his carriage took a turn of the path； and he saw suddenly and quietly； like a long； low； sunset cloud； a long； low house； mellow in the mild light of sunset。 All the six friends compared notes afterwards and quarrelled； but they all agreed that in some unaccountable way the place reminded them of their boyhood。 It was either this elm…top or that crooked path； it was either this scrap of orchard or that shape of a window； but each man of them declared that he could remember this place before he could remember his mother。
When the carriages eventually rolled up to a large； low； cavernous gateway； another man in the same uniform； but wearing a silver star on the grey breast of his coat； came out to meet them。 This impressive person said to the bewildered Syme
〃Refreshments are provided for you in your room。〃
Syme； under the influence of the same mesmeric sleep of amazement； went up the large oaken stairs after the respectful attendant。 He entered a splendid suite of apartments that seemed to be designed specially for him。 He walked up to a long mirror with the ordinary instinct of his class； to pull his tie straight or to smooth his hair； and there he saw the frightful figure that he wasblood running down his face from where the bough had struck him； his hair standing out like yellow rags of rank grass； his clothes torn into long； wavering tatters。 At once the whole enigma sprang up； simply as the question of how he had got there； and how he was to get out again。 Exactly at the same moment a man i