can ride back again. I shall not paint to-day. Mr. Hamel, you
will walk by my side, will you not? I can run my little machine
quite slowly. You see, I have an electric battery. It needs
charging often, but I have a dynamo of my own. You never saw a
vehicle like this in all your travellings, did you?"

Hamel shook his head.

"An electrical bath-chair," Mr. Fentolin continued. "Practice has
made me remarkably skilful in its manipulation. You see, I can
steer to an inch."

He was already turning around. Hamel rose to his feet.

"You are really very kind," he said. "I should like to come up and
see the Hall, at any rate, but in the meantime, as we are here,
could I just look over the inside of this little place? I found the
large shed where the lifeboat used to be kept, locked up."

Mr. Fentolin was manoeuvring his carriage. His back was towards
Hamel.

"By all means," he declared. "We will go in together. I have had
the entrance widened so that I can ride straight into the
sitting-room. But wait."

He paused suddenly. He felt in all his pockets.

"Dear me," he exclaimed, "I find that I have left the keys! We
will come down a little later, if you do not mind, Mr. Hamel. Or