But all she would say was, "I feel that I should like to, that--that his perhaps really was a deserving case. Come, Horace, let us go and try to find him." And the boy, bound by his word to Captain Hindford, was forced to go out in search of a dead man. He felt the horror of this quest. To-day Mrs. Errington carried her purse in her hand, and looked eagerly out for the beggar. Once she fancied she saw him in the distance. "There he is!" she cried to Horace. "Run and fetch him." The boy turned pale, and stared. "Where, Mater?" "Among those trees." "It can't be! Nonsense!" "No," she said; "you are right. I made a mistake. It's only somebody like him. Why, Horace, what's the matter?" "Nothing," he answered. But he was shaking. The business was too ghastly. He felt he couldn't stand it much longer, and he resolved to go to Captain Hindford and persuade the Captain to absolve him from his promise. In the afternoon of the same day, accordingly, he went off to Knightsbridge. He rang, and was told that Captain Hindford had gone to Paris and was afterwards going for a tour on the Continent. His heart sank at the news. Was he to go on day after day searching with his mother for this corpse, which was rotting in the grave? He asked for Hindford's address. It was Poste Restante, Monte Carlo. But the servant added that letters sent there might have to wait for two or three days, as his master's immediate plans were unsettled. Horace, however, went to the nearest telegraph-office and wired to Hindford-- "Let me off promise; urgent.--HORACE ERRINGTON." Then, having done all he could, he went back to Park Lane. He found his mother in a curiously restless state, and directly he came in she began to talk about the beggar. "I must and will find that man," she said. "Mater, why?" "Because I shall never be well till I do," she said. "I don't know what it is, but I cannot be still by day, and I cannot rest by night, for thinking of him. Why did I not let you give him something?" "Mater, I wish to God you had!" the boy said solemnly. Mrs. Errington did not seem to notice his unusual manner. She was self-engrossed. "However, we shall see him again, no doubt," she went on. "And then I shall give him something handsome. I know he needs it." Horace went hastily out of the room. He longed for a wire from Captain Hindford. Next day he "shammed ill," as he called it to himself, so as to get out of going into the Park. So Mrs. Errington went off by herself in a condition of almost feverish anticipation. "I know I shall see him to-day," she said, as she left Horace. She returned at lunch-time, and came up at once to his room. "I have seen him," she said. Horace sat up, staring at her in blank amazement. "What, Mater? What d'you say?" "I have seen him." "No?"