"It's just this," said Charles Warren. "Strangers are scarce in these parts, and my boy and the girl took it into their heads as they must be after mischief, and chattered about what was none of their business to the two young fellows that Ned and I have got in to help us. So when they saw a stranger, as they expressed it, ferreting in a tree, they clapped him on the shoulder and asked him his business. He looked them in the face, as they put it, as cool as you please, and asked them if they thought he was looking for pheasants' eggs in a hollow tree in August? Which they took for cheek, which it sounded like, and told him they'd walk him up here to me. So he says, says they, `I'm glad you mind your business so thoroughly. Just walk up to the house with me, and I'll explain matters to Mr Cunningham myself.' So they walked him up, and Jim Blake, who has the most gumption of the two, says he did begin to feel uncommon uncomfortable, and when they came to the garden side, there was the master on the terrace. So says their man, `There's your master, alone, I think. We'll go and speak to him at once.' And he unlatched the gate, quite natural-like, and walks up to the terrace. And there they saw Mr Edgar lying, and he gave a start and held out his hands, and the master sent them off with a flea in the ear. And they come straight to me, full of misgivings; they're new in these parts, but, of course, _I_ knew who it must be at once." "It did sound like Mr Alwyn all over," said Mrs Warren. "Then back comes Wyn, and hears the story, and begins to cry, and bursts out about the letter that Mr Alwyn had given him and the master took." "And is Mr Alwyn at the house now?" asked Harry. "Yes," said Warren, "he is. But now, perhaps, you'll tell us where you come from, and what's brought you here, and why in the wood?" "That last," said Harry, "came about unfortunate. Mr Alwyn and I came down here straight from London, knowing nothing of any one. And, thinking I was least likely to be recognised, he sent me with the letter to his brother, asking him to meet him in the wood, or come to London to see him, and to tell him how the land lay before he made himself known to his father. I gave the letter to Wyn, who dropped it: here it is. Mr Alwyn met Mr Edgar by chance, and was so knocked down by the state in which he found him, that he couldn't tell what to do next. He was afraid, you see, of his brother having to bear the brunt of a discovery, and he not there. That made him delay." "But, why hollow trees, which seem to have occurred in everybody's story?" said Warren.