Lord Eskerley’s back was turned to us. Suddenly I saw his shoulders stiffen; he caught his breath sharply. As this was the first sign of emotion that he had betrayed, to my knowledge, for the last thirty years, I watched him with quickening interest. "Yes!" he said ... "Yes, yes! This is Lord Eskerley ... Louder, please!" Then came a pause, while the receiver squeaked steadily. Then, a little unexpectedly: "Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!" Eric was watching too, now. The old man steadied himself, grasping the end of the mantelpiece with his disengaged hand. Then he looked round over his shoulder at us, peering over his spectacles. "A most interesting communication coming through here!" he announced. "Forgive my demeanour!" His voice was as harsh as ever, but there were tears in his old eyes. He turned to the instrument again. "Yes," he said, "I concur. Such a rumour would be _most_ prejudicial to your future career. Shall we contradict it? You are quite sure it’s incorrect?" ... He chuckled; so did the receiver. Then he continued: "Eh? ... Oh! Naturally! You would like to do that at once? ... Yes, I think I can put you in communication with the party in question.... When? Oh, within a fairly reasonable interval of time, I hope. Let us say next week—" He moved the receiver a few inches away from his ear. "I can hear you quite easily in your ordinary voice, thanks!" He chuckled again, laid down the receiver, and brooded once more over the switchboard. Then, after a brief mental calculation, he selected a plug at the end of a wire, thrust it into a hole, and pressed a small ivory button. A bell rang faintly upstairs, then ceased sharply. Our noble operator took up the receiver again. "That you, Habakkuk?" he inquired.... "Good! Some mysterious individual in Kent wishes to speak to you on the telephone. Wonderful invention!" The old gentleman made a final adjustment of the switches on the board, and spoke for the last time—apparently to the person in Kent: "You still there?" The telephone vibrated stormily. "All right! You are through to her—dear boy!" He hung up the receiver, and left them together. THE END The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE . MASSACHUSETTS U.S.A.