“No, I reckon not; I have hardly come to myself yet, though.” The doctor made another examination. “You’ll do,” he said, as he completed it; “there are no bones broken or out of joint, and if there was anything very wrong inside it would begin to show itself. It’s lucky for you that you haven’t a dislocated neck. The next time you want to play pugilist don’t choose a flight of stairs for your battle-ground. Now, if you’ll take my advice, you’ll make tracks for your hotel, give yourself a good rubbing all over with alcohol, and go to bed.” Everet glanced darkly at the man, and it was on his tongue to tell him that he should do no such thing; but he had been too thoroughly shaken up by his fall to feel in a very defiant state, and he realized, too, that he had received very good counsel, which it might be wise to heed. Mr. Huntress, after hearing the doctor’s verdict, had slipped quietly from the room, feeling greatly relieved; but he returned in a few moments with several small articles in his hand, which he had picked up in the hall and on the stairs. There was a small pearl-handled knife, a Russia leather wallet, two or three pieces of gold, and some of silver. These he handed to the young man. “They must have slipped from your pockets as you fell,” he said. Everet received them without even a civil acknowledgment, and replaced them in his pockets. “Does this belong to you also?” Mr. Huntress asked, holding out a small, glittering, peculiarly shaped object. “Yes; thanks,” he now had the grace to say, in an eager tone. “It is a pocket piece and an heir-loom; I would not lose it for a great deal,” and he held out his hand for it. Geoffrey glanced up carelessly at these words; then he stepped quickly forward, his eyes glittering, a strange expression on his face. “Let me look at that, if you please,” he said. Mr. Huntress passed it to him, although Everet Mapleson frowned at the act. If Geoffrey had been pale before he was ghastly now as he received that small object on the palm of his hand. It was _half of a knight-templar’s cross, which had been broken diagonally, and was beautifully enameled and engraven_! He turned it over, holding it nearer the light to examine the back of it. “Ha!” he exclaimed, with a violent start, while he glanced wonderingly at Everet, who was also regarding him with astonishment. “Will you tell me how this happens to be in your possession?” Geoffrey asked, meeting his eye. “Certainly,” the young man returned, with mock politeness; “it belonged to my great-grandfather, who served in the revolution. He became a knight-templar just before enlisting, and was presented with that emblem by the lodge of master masons over which he had served as W. M. The date of the presentation, with my venerable relative’s name, is engraved on the back, as you perceive.” “What became of the other portion of it?” Geoffrey asked. “My father has it.” “_Your father has it?_”