Raymond was arrested by a little rhyme round which a black border had been pasted. It was original: "I am coiling, coiling, coiling Into the can, And thinking, thinking, thinking, Of my dear man. "He is toiling, toiling, toiling Out on the sea, And thinking, thinking, thinking Only of me. "F.H." Mr. Best joined Ironsyde. "These walls!" he said. "It's about time we had a coat of whitewash. Mister Daniel thinks so too." "Why--good lord--this is the most interesting part of the whole show. This is alive! Who's F.H.?" "The girls will keep that. They like it, though I tell them it would be better rubbed out. Poor Flossy Hackett wrote that. She was going to marry a sailor-man, but he changed his mind, and she broke her heart and drowned herself--that's all there is to it." "The damned rascal. I hope he got what he deserved." Mr. Best allowed his mind to peep from the shell that usually concealed it. "If he did, he was one man in a thousand. He married a Weymouth woman and Flossy went into the river--in the deep pool beyond the works. A clever sort of girl, but a dreamer you might say." "I'd like to have had the handling of that devil!" "You never know. She may have had what's better than a wedding ring--in happy dreams. Reality's not the best of life. People do change their minds. He was honest and all that. Only he found somebody else he liked better." At this moment Daniel Ironsyde came into the works, and while John Best hastened to him, Raymond pursued his amusement and studied the wall by the spinning frame where Sabina Dinnett worked. He found a photograph of her mother and a quotation from Shakespeare torn off a calendar for the date of August the third. He guessed that might be Sabina's birthday. The quotation ran:-- "To thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man." There was no male in Sabina's picture gallery--indeed, no other picture but that of a girl--her fellow spinner, Nancy Buckler. His brother approached Raymond. "You've made a start, Ray?" "Rather. It's jolly interesting. Best is wonderful, but he can't fathom my ignorance yet." "It's all very simple and straightforward. Do you like your office?" "Yes," declared the younger. "Couldn't beat it. When I want something to do, I can fling a line out of the window and fish in the river." "You have plenty to do besides fish out of the window I should hope. Let us lunch. I'm stopping here this afternoon. Aunt Jenny wanted to know whether you'd come to Bridport to dinner on Sunday."