Mr. Mortimer informed Mrs. Beckitt, at the end of his first week's stay at Savilestowe, that he was so well satisfied with his quarters that he had decided to remain where he was for a while longer--he might, he further informed her, be having a friend down from London to stay for a week or so in this truly delightful spot. Beckitt and his wife were only too pleased; Mr. Mortimer was not only a very profitable lodger, but free of his money in the bar-parlour, where he made a practice of spending his evenings after his seven o'clock dinner. He was in that parlour every night until nearly the second week of his visit had gone by. Then, one night, instead of crossing the hall from his sitting room to join the company which had grown accustomed to his genial presence, he waited until night had fallen, put a light overcoat over his evening clothes, drew on a soft cap, and taking some papers from a dispatch-box which he kept, locked, in his bedroom, slipped out of the "Coach-and-Four" and strolled down the village street. Five minutes later found him knocking gently at the private door of Jeckie Farnish's house. Jeckie, by this time, kept a couple of maidservants. But it was growing late, and they had gone to bed, and it was Jeckie herself who opened the door and shone the light of a hand-lamp on the caller. Now up to that time Jeckie was about the only person in Savilestowe to whom Mr. Mallerbie Mortimer had not introduced himself; he had passed her shop scores of times, but had never entered it. She stared wonderingly at him as he removed his cap with one hand and offered her a card with the other. "May I have a few minutes' conversation with you, Miss Farnish--in private?" he asked, favouring Jeckie with the ingratiating smile. "I came late purposely--so that we might have our talk all to ourselves--you are, I know, a very busy woman in the day-time." Jeckie looked at the card suspiciously. Mr. Mallerbie Mortimer, M.I.M.E., 281c, Victoria Street, London, S.W. The letters at the end of the name conveyed nothing to her. "You're not a traveller?" she asked abruptly, showing no inclination to ask the caller in. "I only see travellers on Fridays--three to five. I can't break my rule." "I am certainly not a traveller--of that sort," laughed the visitor. "I am a professional man--staying here for a professional purpose. Don't you see, ma'am, what I am, from my card?--a member of the Institute of Mining Engineers? I want to see you alone, on a most important business matter." Jeckie motioned him to enter. "I didn't know what those letters meant," she said, with emphasis on the personal pronoun. "But come in--though upon my word, mister, I don't know what you want to see me about, mister! This way, if you please."