"It was a small, flat, gold disc, set with a carbuncle carved in the shape of a skull, and contained in a small, flat, leather case; and the tradition was to the effect that, should that charm cease to be under the roof of this house, the owner, or his heir, would meet with a violent death, a like result following the communication of the secret to anyone but the actual heir of the house. After that rummage-sale I missed it; looking, by chance, in the safe in this room where it had always been kept, I saw that it was not in its place. Then I recollected that, on the occasion of my opening the safe about six weeks before, Rupert had looked in and taken up several of the articles to look at, as a child will. He must have taken out the talisman, unnoticed by me, and left it about the room instead of putting it back; and I jumped to the conclusion that it must have found its way into the sale, and been carried away. "It is gone, and the revealing of the secret does not matter now; and let us hope that the--the accident of the staircase has----" "Quite so; we will hope so," replied the solicitor, still eyeing the Squire dubiously. As the Squire chanced to turn to the window and look out, he saw Benton entering one of the fields beyond the lane, to bring in a bull which was pastured there, and over which he alone had any control. But the animal did not seem to be so amenable as usual to his influence; and, before the Squire could realize the situation, the bull had charged and tossed the labourer, and was trampling him. [Illustration: "THE ANIMAL DID NOT SEEM TO BE SO AMENABLE AS USUAL."] The Squire snatched up a rifle, loaded, and raised the piece; but by this time three other men were driving off the beast with stones; and in two minutes more they carried Benton outside the gate. One of them came running to the house; the Squire called to him, asking about the injured man. "Dying, sir," was the answer. The revealing of the secret _had_ mattered; and its result had come quickly! The Squire shuddered and covered his face. The scene just enacted led his mind to the scene at the foot of the staircase--the object covered with the grey overcoat. He uncovered his face to notice what he had seen, but not noticed, previously--little Rupert lying on the sofa covered with that coat! The coat had, after the tragedy, been taken to the study and hung over a chair, where it had remained until, half an hour ago, Mrs. Wriggs had thrown it over the sleeping child to keep him warm. Shuddering again, the Squire plucked the coat off Rupert, and flung it through the open window, placing a skin over the boy in its place. Then he turned again to see them carrying in the victim of the bull, and was suddenly conscious of a slight cracking noise in the ceiling of the room and the sound of something falling.