By which speech it may be seen that Tor looked forward with mixed feelings to his _début_ in England as Philip Debenham, but that, on the whole, the careless daring of his nature inclined him to relish the situation more than he feared it. Naturally, a few days’ consideration had made him think more seriously of his scheme than he had done at first, and the fear that Phil might be long in coming to his relief added not a little to his perplexities. However, as he said to himself, it was too late now to draw back, and all that remained to be done was to take every care that the truth should not leak out before the appointed time. His first idea had been to leave amongst Phil’s possessions a sealed paper, informing him briefly of his accession to wealth, and what step he (Tor) had taken to defeat Uncle Belassis, and release Maud and the aunt from his guardianship. On second thoughts, however, he decided to leave behind no such dangerous document, which, were a suspicion once aroused, and an inquiry instituted, would damn him, and, for aught he knew, clap him into prison at once. No, he would leave no evidence of any kind behind him. He and Phil had not been close friends for nearly eighteen years for nothing. No misunderstanding could arise in Phil’s mind concerning Tor’s actions; and besides that, the moment he showed any sign of consciousness Tor was to be summoned. Even should Phil awake suddenly, he must wait where he was until his friend came to him, and then all would be made clear, and the two could return together to install Phil in his own rightful place. That point settled, there only remained to make an interchange of such little possessions as bore upon them the names of their respective owners. Fortunately none of their clothes were marked, for Tor’s greater height would have rendered an exchange of garments impossible; but a few little trifles, as knives, pocket-books and cigar-cases, had initials traced upon them, and these were all carefully sorted out and allotted to their wrong-owners. Phil’s watch and chain and a signet-ring upon his finger had been already appropriated, for both had belonged to Mr. Debenham, and would be strong evidence as to identity. ‘I don’t suppose it will occur to anyone to dispute that, however,’ said Tor to himself, ‘for I don’t know how a man sets to work in a general way to prove that he’s himself. Anyway, I could quite as easily prove myself Philip Debenham as Torrington Torwood, if it comes to that, and I suppose that is all that is necessary.’ That same evening Tor said farewell to the kind little doctor and his sister, and to the unconscious Phil, and started on his journey to England.