"There we are!" said I, regarding the result of my labours with proud satisfaction. "There it runs--'Here lies the lord, or master, Humphrey de Knaythville, sometime vicar of this church, who died in the year of our Lord one thousand four hundred and nineteen'--nearly six hundred years ago! A good find!" "Splendid!" exclaimed Miss Raven, already excited to enthusiasm by these antiquarian discoveries. "I wonder if there are inscriptions on the other tombs?" "No doubt," I assented, "and perhaps some, or things of interest, on this fallen masonry. This place is well worth careful examination, and I'm wondering how it is that I haven't come across any reference to it in the local books. But to be sure, I haven't read them very fully or carefully--Mr. Cazalette may know of it. We shall have something to tell him." We began to look round again. I wandered into the base of the tower; Miss Raven began to explore the weed-choked ground towards the east end. Suddenly I heard a sharp, startled exclamation from her. Turning, I saw her standing by the great clump of overgrown gorse of which I have already spoken. She glanced at me; then at something behind the gorse. "What is it?" I asked. Unconsciously, she lowered her voice, at the same time glancing, half-nervously, at the thick undergrowth of the wood. "Come here!" she said. "Come!" I went across the weed-grown surface to her side. She pointed behind the gorse-bush. "Look there!" she whispered. I knew as soon as I looked that we were not alone in that wild, solitary-seeming spot; that there were human ears listening, and human eyes watching; that we were probably in danger. There behind the yellow-starred clump of green was what at first sight appeared to be a newly-opened grave, but was in reality a freshly-dug excavation; a heap of soil and stone, just flung out, lay by it; on this some hand had flung down a mattock; near it rested a pick. And suddenly, as by a heaven-sent inspiration, I saw things. We had stumbled on the graveyard which Salter Quick had wished to find; de Knaythville and Netherfield were identical terms which had got mixed up in his uneducated mind; here the missing treasure was buried, and we had walked into this utterly deserted spot to interrupt--what, and who? Before I could say a word, I heard Miss Raven catch her breath; then another sharp exclamation came from her lips--stifled, but clear. "Oh, I say!" she cried. "Who--who are these--these men?"