"What will they do to him?" "Who can say! There's never been a case like it before, you see." "Well, the paper doesn't say, but I expect they've got them safe enough in London--Mr. Schuabe and the other fellow." "Just to think of our Mr. Gortre helping to find it out! Pity we ever let him go away from the parish church." "They can't do less than make him a bishop, I should think." "Miss Byars, you ought to be proud of your young man. There's many folk blessing him in England this night." And so on, and so forth; simple, homely speeches, not indeed free from a somewhat hard commercial view, but informed with kindliness and gratitude. At last, one by one, they went away. It was close upon midnight when the last visitor had departed. The vicar read a psalm to his daughter: "_Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word. For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, which thou hast prepared before the face of all people._" Basil was to come to them on the morrow for a long stay. EPILOGUE IN THREE PICTURES NOTE.--_The three pictures all synchronise. The episodes they portray take place five years after the day upon which Sir Robert Llwellyn died._--G. T. I. THE GRAVE Two figures walked over the cliffs. The day was wild and stormy. Huge clouds, bursting with sombre light, sailed over the pewter-coloured sea. The bleak magnificence of the moor stretched away in endless billows, as sad and desolate as the sea on which no sail was to be seen. The wayfarers turned out of the struggle of the bitter wind into a slight depression. A few scattered cottages began to come into the field of their vision. Soon they saw the whitewashed buildings of a coast-guard station and the high, square tower of a church. "So it's all settled, Spence," said one of the men, a tall, noble-faced man, dressed as a clerk in Holy Orders. "Yes, Father Ripon," Spence said. "They have offered me the paper. It was one of poor Ommaney's last wishes. Of course, we were injured in our circulation by the fact that we were the first to publish the news of the great forgery. But in two years Ommaney had brought the paper to the front again. He was wonderful, the first editor of his age.