“Zyp and Jason? At Southampton. She walked from there, and I met her in the woods, she would come no further, but started on her way back again.” “How are you going to get the stuff to them, then?” “Jason is coming here to fetch it.” He rose from his chair, with startled eyes. “Here? Coming here?” he cried. “Renalt! Don’t bring him--don’t let him!” “Father!” “He’s a bad fellow--a wicked son! He’ll drain us of all! What the doctor’s left he’ll take! Don’t let him come!” He spoke wildly--imploringly. He held out his hands, kneading the fingers together in an agony of emotion. “Dad!” I said. “Don’t go on so! You’re overwrought with fancies. How can he possibly help himself to more than we decide to give him? Try to pull yourself together--to be your old strong self.” “Oh!” he moaned, “I do try, but you know so little. He’s a brazen, heartless wretch! We shall die paupers.” His voice rose into a sort of shriek. “Come!” I said, firmly, “you must command yourself. This is weak to a degree. Remember, I am with you, to look after your interests--your peace--to defend you if necessary.” He only moaned again: “You don’t know.” “I know this,” I said, “that by Zyp’s showing my brother is a broken man--helpless, demoralized--in a pitiable state altogether.” He seemed to prick his ears somewhat at that. “If he must come,” he said, “if he must come, watch him--grind him under--never let him think for an instant that he keeps the mastery.” “He shall never have cause to claim that, father.” He spoke no more, but crept to his room presently and left me pondering his words far into the night. Later on, as I lay awake in bed, I heard his room door open softly and the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. This, however, being no unfamiliar experience with us, disturbed me not at all. In the morning at breakfast he handed me a couple of ancient gold coins. “Take these,” he said; “they should bring £5 apiece.” His instructions as to the disposal of the relics I need not dwell upon. Their consignee, a highly respectable tradesman in his line, would no doubt consider any mention of his name a considerable breach of confidence. I had my own opinion as to the laws of treasure-trove, and he may have had his as to my father. When, armed with my father’s warranty, I visited this amiable “receiver,” I found him to be an austere-looking but pleasant gentleman, with an evident enthusiasm for the scholarly side of his business. He gave me the price my father had mentioned, and bowed me to the door, with a faint blush. It was so early in the day by the time I had finished my business that, deeming it not possible that Jason could reach the mill before the evening at earliest, I determined upon returning by an afternoon train, that I might make a visit that had been in my mind since I first knew I was to revisit London. It was to a dull and lonely cemetery out Battersea way, where a poor working girl lay at rest.