Jasmin, will be with you in the course of the day after to-morrow at the
latest. He hopes that Jasmin will suit you, and he is evidently much
pleased that a position has been offered him in an establishment in
every way so unexceptionable as that of Bon Repos."

The mulatto's white teeth glistened in the twilight. Evidently he was
pleased. He muttered a few words in reply. Mr. Deedes bowed courteously,
wished him and the landlord a very good night, and withdrew.

Late in the afternoon of the day but one following that of his visit to
Newby Bridge, as Mr. Deedes was busy with a London newspaper three or
four days old, the landlord ushered a young man into his room, who, with
a bow and a carrying of the forefinger to his forehead, announced
himself as James Jasmin, from Deepley Walls.

"Don't you go, landlord," said Mr. Deedes; "I may want you." Then he
deliberately put on his gold-rimmed glasses, and proceeded to take a
leisurely survey of the new corner, who was dressed in a neat (but not
new) suit of black, and was standing in a respectful attitude, and
slowly brushing his hat with one sleeve of his coat.

"So you are James Jasmin, from Deepley Walls, are you?" asked Mr.
Deedes, looking him slowly down from head to feet.

"Yes, sir, I am the party, sir," answered James.

"Well, Jasmin, and how did you leave my friend Mr. Madgin? and what is
the latest news from Deepley Walls?"

"Master and family all pretty well, sir, thank you. Master has got a