"Don't miss this!" said Mortimer. "Listen! You don't know why I'm here; you don't know what I mean; you don't know what I've come to see you about. I'll tell you in one word if you'll promise to keep this to yourself?" "If it's aught about business and money you can be certain I shall," asserted Jeckie. "I'm not given to talking about my affairs." "Very good," continued Mortimer. "Then, do you know what there is under this village of Savilestowe, under its fields and meadows, aye, underneath where you and I are sitting just now. Do you?" "What?" demanded Jeckie, roused by his evident enthusiasm. "What?" Mortimer leaned forward, laid a hand on her arm, and spoke one word--twice. "Coal!" he said. "Coal?" Jeckie stared at him, silently, for awhile. And Mortimer kept his eyes fixed on hers, as if he were exercising some hypnotic influence on her. She stirred a little at last, and spoke, wonderingly. "Coal?" she said, in a low voice. "You mean----" "I mean that there's no end of coal beneath our feet!" said Mortimer. "Listen! You know--for you must have heard--how the coal-mining industry's been increasing and developing in this part of Yorkshire during the last few years. Now, I'm a mining expert; here's a pocketful of references and testimonials about me that I'll leave with you, to look over at your leisure; and I came over to Sicaster three weeks or so ago to have a look round this neighbourhood. From something I saw one day when I was out for a walk in this direction I decided to come here and go carefully over the ground. I've been carefully over it--every yard of this village! I tell you, as an expert, there's no end of coal under here--no end! And whoever works it'll make--a huge fortune!" Jeckie sat, almost spellbound, listening; such imagination as she possessed was already stirred. And when she spoke it seemed to her that her voice sounded as if it came from a long way off. "But--it's down there!" she said. "But--it is there!" exclaimed Mortimer. "All that's wanted is for man to get it out! I know how to do that. All that's wanted is money! capital!" He got up from his chair, thrust his hands in his pocket, and jingled the loose coins which lay in them, looking down at Jeckie with a significant smile. "Capital!" he repeated. "Capital! I'm so certain of what I say that I'm willing to find a good lot myself. But not all that's wanted. And what I want to know is--are you coming in, now that I've told you? Look here, for every ten thousand that's put into this business there'll be a hundred thousand within a very short time of getting to work. I'll stake my reputation--not a bad one, as you'll learn from these papers--that this'll be one of the richest mines, in quantity and quality, in England. A regular gold mine! I know!" "But--the land?" said Jeckie. "You've to buy the land first, haven't you?" Mortimer laughed, and picked up his cap.