“I can’t tell you precisely where the place is, nor how to get to it. I never knew, myself.... And it’s a country you have to find your own way in. Go slow and trust ’em. Don’t hurry them too much.... I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d find the coat—if there really was one, like the one we knew—I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d find it just where it was twenty years ago when they told me about it. They’re a slow-moving people! But they’ve found out some things... some things we don’t know yet.... In a sense they’ve forgotten more than we ever knew,” he added with a smile. “Here, wait a minute!” He went to a cabinet across the room and took from a pigeonhole a yellow and discolored map. He brought it to the table and spread it out. “Here is the region I spoke of—up here.... And these red lines show where I have been myself; and the little blue crosses are places where I got information—the right sort—where people are friendly and intelligent... they will not have changed much—” He looked at the map thoughtfully and took it up and folded it in slow fingers. “I am going to give you this. It may be useful to you, and I may not go myself—I am an old man now.” So Richard More took the map and went out. He had come expecting to make a business inquiry, in a businesslike way; and he had encountered something that was not business—something that the piece of worn and discolored paper seemed vaguely to whisper as it rustled in his pocket. XVIII THE next day he brought the runabout to the door and honked once—and waited. Eleanor coming down the path stopped—and glanced at the car. She quickened her steps, a look of happy surprise in her face. “You are going to drive yourself!” “Trust me—can’t you?” said Richard. She got in with a sigh of content. “There are always people!” she said, “and people and people!—till you can’t think!” She threw out her hands in a whimsical gesture. “Well—you can think now!... No one to hinder!” They took the road to the open country. And she rested back beside him. He could feel her quiet contentment—though she did not speak—not even when they left the open highway and travelled a rougher road that skirted the hills and came at last to the end of a grass-grown cart-path half-way up the hill. He turned the nose of the car a little one side. “As far as we go,” he said quietly. She got out with a smile. “Farther than last time—isn’t it?” She looked about her happily. “You remember then?” he said. He came and stood beside her. “Did you think I could forget?” “It has been a long time——” “Only a minute,” she replied gayly. “Come—are we going up?” “I wonder—?” He looked a little doubtfully at the hill before them—and there was a hill beyond that, he knew, and another beyond that. “It’s more of a climb than I remembered,” he said thoughtfully.