sheet of notepaper in his hand; Mr. Pawley received it with gratitude as exaggerated as his admiration of the copper box. And presently he said that he must now be moving; I am sure it was with a desire to speed his departure that Parslewe offered to show him down the stair and to point out a short cut across the moor. So they vanished, and when Parslewe came back the tea-tray had just been brought in and Madrasia was busy at it. She turned on her guardian as he entered.
"Jimmie!" she exclaimed. "Who on earth was that creature?"
Parslewe laughed as he dropped into his favourite chair.
"No more idea than you have, my dear!" he answered. "Introduced himself as a humble fellow-labourer in the same field, in which—so he said—I'm a past master. Said he was holidaying in the neighbourhood, and had heard of me, so ventured to call and see me. Wanted to know if there were any objects worthy of his attention round about here—sepulchral things and so on. The odd thing," continued Parslewe, with one of his sardonic laughs, "the very odd thing was that
