"I will," answered Brereton, drawing a scrap of paper from the envelope. "Here," he went on, giving it back to Avice, "you hold it, and I'll strike a match--the moonlight's scarcely strong enough. Now," he continued, taking a box of vestas from his pocket and striking one, "steady--'If Miss Harborough will come up to see Susan Hamthwaite I will tell you something that you might like to know.' Ah!" he exclaimed, throwing away the match. "Now, how far is it to this old woman's cottage?" "Two miles," replied Avice. "Can you go there now?" he asked. "I thought of doing so," she answered. "Come along, then," said Brereton. "We'll go together. If she objects to my presence I'll leave you with her and wait about for you. Of course, she wants to tell you something relating to your father." "You think so?" said Avice. "I only hope it is!" "Certain to be," he replied. "What else could it be?" "There are so many strange things to tell about, just now," she remarked. "Besides, if old Mrs. Hamthwaite knows anything, why hasn't she let me know until tonight?" "Oh, there's no accounting for that!" said Brereton. "Old women have their own way of doing things. By the by," he continued, as they turned out of the road and began to climb a path which led to the first ridge of the moors outside the town, "I haven't seen you today--you've heard of this Stoner affair?" "Mr. Northrop told me this afternoon," she replied. "What do you think about it?" Brereton walked on a little way without replying. He was asking a serious question of himself. Should he tell all he knew to Avice Harborough? CHAPTER XIX A TALL MAN IN GREY CLOTHES That question remained unanswered, and Brereton remained silent, until he and Avice had reached the top of the path and had come out on the edge of the wide stretch of moorland above the little town. He paused for a moment and looked back on the roofs and gables of Highmarket, shining and glittering in the moonlight; the girl paused too, wondering at his silence. And with a curious abruptness he suddenly turned, laid a hand on her arm, and gave it a firm, quick pressure. "Look here!" he said. "I'm going to trust you. I'm going to say to you what I haven't said to a soul in that town!--not even to Tallington, who's a man of the law, nor to Bent, who's my old friend. I want to say something to somebody whom I can trust. I can trust you!" "Thank you," she answered quietly. "I--I think I understand. And you'll understand, too, won't you, when I say--you can!" "That's all right," he said, cheerfully. "Of course! Now we understand each other. Come on, then--you know the way--act as guide, and I'll tell you as we go along."