dry rustling noise which sent the children nearly mad, and of course they stampeded. A good many of them were rather hurt in getting out of the room, and I don't suppose one of them closed an eye that night. There was the most dreadful trouble in the village afterwards. Of course the mothers threw a good part of the blame on poor Mr. Farrer, and, if they could have got past the gates, I believe the fathers would have broken every window in the Abbey. Well, now, that's Mr. Karswell that's the Abbot of Lufford, my dear, and you can imagine how we covet his society.”
“Yes, I think he has all the possibilities of a distinguished criminal, has Karswell,” said the host. “I should be sorry for any one who got into his bad books.”
“Is he the man, or am I mixing him up with some one else?” asked the Secretary (who for some minutes had been wearing the frown of the man who is trying to recollect something). "Is he the man who brought out a ‘History of Witchcraft’ some time back—ten years or more?
