He quitted the house by the front-door, as if he had been honouring the clerk's wife with a morning-call, should any curious person happen to be passing, and went across through the snow to the surgeon's. Mr. Hillary, an old bachelor, was at his early dinner, and Lord Hartledon sat down and talked to him. "It's only rump steak; but few cooks can beat mine, and it's very good. Won't your lordship take a mouthful by way of luncheon?" "My curiosity is too strong for luncheon just now," said Val. "I have come over to know the rights and wrongs of this story. What has Willy Gum been doing in the past years that it cannot be told?" "I am not sure that it would be safe to say while he's living." "Not safe! with me! Was it safe with you?" "But I don't consider myself obliged to give up to justice any poor criminal who comes in my way," said the surgeon; and Val felt a little vexed, although he saw that he was joking. "Come, Hillary!" "Well, then, Willy Gum was coming home in the _Morning Star_; and a mutiny broke out--mutiny and murder, and everything else that's bad; and one George Gordon was the ringleader." "Yes. Well?" "Willy Gum was George Gordon." "What!" exclaimed Hartledon, not knowing how to accept the words. "How could he be George Gordon?" "Because the real George Gordon never sailed at all; and this fellow Gum went on board in his name, calling himself Gordon." Lord Hartledon leaned back in his chair and listened to the explanation. A very simple one, after all. Gum, one of the wildest and most careless characters possible when in Australia, gambled away, before sailing, the money he had acquired. Accident made him acquainted with George Gordon, also going home in the same ship and with money. Gordon was killed the night before sailing--(Mr. Carr had well described it as a drunken brawl)--killed accidentally. Gum was present; he saw his opportunity, went on board as Gordon, and claimed the luggage--some of it gold--already on board. How the mutiny broke out was less clear; but one of the other passengers knew Gum, and threatened to expose him; and perhaps this led to it. Gum, at any rate, was the ringleader, and this passenger was one of the first killed. Gum--Gordon as he was called--contrived to escape in the open boat, and found his way to land; thence, disguised, to England and to Calne; and at Calne he had since lived, with the price offered for George Gordon on his head. It was a strange and awful story: and Lord Hartledon felt a shiver run through him as he listened. In truth, that shed was the safest and fittest place for him to die in! As die he did ere the third day was over. And was buried as Pike, the wild man, without a mourner. Clerk Gum stood over the grave in his official capacity; and Dr. Ashton, who had visited the sick man, himself read the service, which caused some wonder in Calne.