"Oh, we're Swiss, French Swiss. But I was born at Heidelberg. My mother lived there after my father died. My uncle--who lives with me--Major Duplay, is her brother; he was in the Swiss Service." "A pleasant society at Heidelberg, I dare say?" "Rather dull," said Mina. It seemed much the same at Blentmouth at the moment. Iver strolled out from his study on to the lawn. He cast a glance toward his daughter and Harry, frowned slightly, and sat down on Mina's other side. He had a newspaper in his hand, and he held it up as he spoke to Neeld across Mina. "Your book's promised for the 15th, I see, Neeld." "Yes, it's to be out then." Mina was delighted at being presented with a topic. Sometimes it is the most precious of gifts. "Oh, Mr Neeld, have you written a book? How interesting! What is it? A novel?" "My dear Madame Zabriska!" murmured Neeld, feeling as if he were being made fun of. "And it's not really my book. I've only edited it." "But that's just as good," Mina insisted amiably. "Do tell me what it is." "Here you are, Mina. There's the full title and description for you. There's nothing else in the paper." Iver handed it to her with a stifled yawn. She read and turned to Neeld with a quick jerk of her head. "Journal and Correspondence of Josiah Cholderton!" she repeated. "Oh, but--oh, but--well, that is curious! Why, we used to know Mr Cholderton!" "You knew Mr Cholderton?" said Mr Neeld in mild surprise. Then, with a recollection, he added, "Oh, at Heidelberg, I dare say? But you must have been a child?" "Yes, I was. Does he talk about Heidelberg?" "He mentions it once or twice." In spite of himself Neeld began to feel that he was within measurable distance of getting on to difficult ground. "What fun if he mentioned me! Oh, but of course he wouldn't say anything about a child of five!" The slightest start ran through Neeld's figure; it passed unnoticed. He looked sharply at Mina Zabriska. She went on, in all innocence this time; she had no reason to think that Cholderton had been in possession of any secrets, and if he had, it would not have occurred to her that he would record them. "He knew my mother quite well; he used to come and see us. Does he mention her--Madame de Kries?" There was a perceptible pause; then Neeld answered primly: "I'm afraid you won't find your mother's name mentioned in Mr. Cholderton's Journal, Madame Zabriska." "How horrid!" remarked Mina, greatly disappointed; she regarded Mr Neeld with a new interest all the same.