"I would like to see that map of yours again, master, if you please," he said. "I ought to ha' provided myself with one before I came here." He spread the map out before him, and after taking another gulp of his rum, proceeded to trace roads and places with the point of his finger. "Denwick?" he muttered. "Aye I see that. And these places where there's a little cross?--that'll mean there's a church there?" I nodded an affirmative, silently watching him, and wondering what this desire on the part of two men to find the graves of the Netherfields might mean. And the landlord evidently shared my wonder, for presently he plumped his customer with a direct question. "You seem very anxious to find these Netherfield gravestones," he remarked, with good-humoured inquisitiveness. "And so, apparently, does another man. Now, I've been in these parts a good many years, and I've never heard of 'em; never even heard the name." "Nor me!" said the other man. "There's none o' that name in these parts--'twixt Alnmouth Bay and Budle Point. I ain't never heard it!" "And he's a native," declared the landlord. "Born and bred and brought up here. Wasn't you, Jim?" "Never been away from it," assented Jim, with a short laugh. "Never been farther north than Belford, south than Warkworth, west than Whittingham. And as for east, I reckon you can't get much further that way than where we are now." "Not unless you take to the water, you can't," said Claigue. "No--we ain't heard of no Netherfields hereabouts." Quick seemed indifferent to these remarks. He suddenly folded up the map, returned it to me with a word of thanks, and plunging a hand in his trousers' pocket, produced a fistful of gold coins. "What's to pay?" he demanded. "Take it out o' that--all we've had, and do you help yourself to a glass and a cigar." He flung a sovereign on the table, and rose to his feet. "I must be stepping along," he continued, looking at me. "If so be as there's another man seeking for----" But at that he checked himself, remaining silent until Claigue counted out and handed over his change; silently, too, he pocketed it, and turned to the door. Claigue stopped him with an arresting word and motion of his hand. "I say!" he said. "No business of mine, to be sure, but--don't you show that money of yours over readily hereabouts--in places like this, I mean. There's folk up and down these roads that 'ud track you for miles on the chance of--eh, Jim?" "Aye--and farther!" assented Jim. "Keep it close, master." Quick listened quietly--just as quietly he slipped a hand to his hip pocket, brought it back to the front and showed a revolver. "That and me, together--eh?" he said significantly. "Bad look-out for anybody that came between us and the light." "They might come between you and the dark," retorted Claigue. "Take care of yourself! 'Tisn't a wise thing to flash a handful of gold about, my lad."