The old man with his hands behind his back had a little while before ceased his meditations upon the rhubarb leaves, and had walked quietly all unperceived to the corner of the beech hedge. Here he stood looking down towards the corner of the orchard, where the summer dress was plainly in view. Then he raised his eyes to the road above, where stood Vara and Cleg Kelly. His pipe fell from his mouth with astonishment, but he did not stop to pick it up. He turned and stole hastily away on tiptoe. Then he too sighed, and that more than once, as soon as he had got out of the orchard into the garden. "It's just thirty years since—last July," he said. And Mr. Robert Greg Tennant remained longer in meditation than ever, this time upon a spindling rose which was drooping for want of water. ADVENTURE LX. CLEG'S TREASURE-TROVE COMES TO HIM. Presently Cleg and Vara walked down, and when they came into the garden they found Miss Celie Tennant in animated conversation with her father. She was clinging very close to his arm, as though she never could be induced upon any pretext to leave it for a moment. The old man was smiling somewhat grimly. And Vara thought what a little hypocrite Celie was. The Junior Partner was much interested in a curious pattern of coloured stones, which the General had arranged with his own hand about a toy fountain. Five more innocent and unconcerned people it would have been impossible to meet with in broad Scotland. But when Cleg Kelly was introduced to Mr. Robert Greg Tennant, he was astonished to notice an unmistakable air of knowledge in that gentleman's face. Indeed, something that was not far from a wink wrinkled his cheek. The original Cleg rose triumphant—and he winked back. Then Mr. Greg Tennant put his hands into his pockets, and strolled off whistling a refrain which was popular at that remote date— "I saw Esau kissing Kate, And he saw I saw Esau!" Cleg went away with the Junior Partner to take another look at the whole house, which was now wholly dismantled and about to be pulled down to the foundations. The Junior Partner, who was henceforward to be a sleeping partner only, intended to build a mansion on another part of the property, so that all memory of the horrors which had been contained within the Red Door was to be blotted out. "And the sooner the better, sir," said Mr. Tennant, grimly. He had just joined them. "When I have money enough!" stammered the Junior Partner, not sure of his meaning. He looked about him. Cleg was still exploring far ahead in the ruined tower, from the windows of which the frames and bars had been already removed. "I was going to speak to you, sir," said the Junior Partner, "but the fact is, sir, till to-day I have had no permission and no right." The elder man clapped the younger upon the back.