"You are in early," she said, running to meet him and helping him off with his overcoat and putting his stick in the stand. "Yes, Priscilla," he answered; "and I am right glad you are in. The fact is, I came back to consult you, my dear." "You will have some tea first," said Priscilla. "Now that is exactly what Esther would have said," was the old man's response. "What a fuss she did make about me, to be sure! And you are going to make a fool of me now. I was a young man when my Esther was there, and I am an old man now, but the difference seems bridged over, and I feel young once more with you so kind to me, Priscilla. But there, there, my child, there is no tea for me until I relieve my mind. Where were you sitting, my dear, when you heard me come into the house?" "In the library. I had just discovered the most glorious edition of _Don Quixote_, and was revelling in it." "We will go back to the library, Priscilla, if you have no objection." Priscilla turned at once; Mr Manchuri followed her, and they entered the great library full of books of all sorts--rare editions, old folios, etc,--as well as a few really valuable pictures. "Priscilla," said Mr Manchuri, "you know all about Annie Brooke?" "Yes," said Priscilla, her face turning _very_ pale. "I wanted to write to Annie; her dear uncle is dead." "You told me so a few days ago. You can write or not, just, as you please. In the meantime, can you explain this?" As Mr Manchuri spoke he took Lady Lushington's letter from his pocket and handed it to Priscilla. Priscilla read the following words: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Dear Sir,--I regret to have to trouble you with regard to a small circumstance, but I have just to my unbounded astonishment, been informed by my niece, Mabel Lushington, that you can throw light on the disappearance of an old-fashioned pearl necklace set in silver which I bought for her at Interlaken the day before we left. I was assisted in the purchase by a girl who was of our party--a Miss Brooke. She professed to have a knowledge of gems, and took me to Zick's shop in the High Street where I bought the trinket. I paid forty pounds for it, believing it to be a bargain of some value. At present the necklace is not forthcoming, and there has been an idea circulated in the hotel that it was stolen on our journey from Interlaken to Zermatt. My niece, however, now with great reluctance mentions your name, and says that she thinks you can explain the mystery. Will you be kind enough to do so without a moment's loss of time?--Yours sincerely, Henrietta Lushington." When Priscilla had finished this letter she raised a white and startled face. Her eyes saw Mr Manchuri's, who, on his part, was trying to read her through. "What do you make of it?" he said. "I never heard of the necklace," she said.