distinguished, Walter--so simple and fine and modest--just
perfectly kept, grassy mounds, and simple inscriptions. I was
looking at them after service to-day. The vicar made a very
tactful allusion to the great grief that had overtaken the lord of
the manor at the end of his sermon."

Henry assisted his uncle to the best of his power. It was he who
went into the question of the Sunday service from the neighboring
market town, and proved, to the relief of Colonel Vane and Mr.
Miles Handford, that they might leave in comfort before nightfall
and catch a train to London.

"A car is going in later, to meet poor Tom's father," he said,
"and if it's any convenience, it would take you both."

The pair thankfully agreed.

Then Colonel Vane interested Sir Walter in spite of himself. The
latter had spoken of an inquiry, and Vane urged a distinguished
name upon him.

"Do get Peter Hardcastle if you can," he said. "He's absolutely
top hole at this sort of thing at present--an amazing beggar."

"I seem to have heard the name."

"Who hasn't? It was he who got to the bottom of that weird murder
in Yorkshire."

"It was weird," said Handford. "I knew intimate friends of the