educated degenerate vicious for whom no power to help lay in any hands--
yet he was not the common vagrant--and he was plainly on the point of
producing an excuse for refusing work.

The other man, seeing his start and his amazed, troubled flush, put out
a hand and touched his arm apologetically.

"I beg your pardon," he said. "One of the things I was going to tell
you--I had not finished--was that I AM what is called a gentleman. I am
also what the world knows as a rich man. I am Sir Oliver Holt."

Each member of the party gazed at him aghast. It was an enormous name
to claim. Even the two female creatures knew what it stood for. It was
the name which represented the greatest wealth and power in the world of
finance and schemes of business. It stood for financial influence which
could change the face of national fortunes and bring about crises. It
was known throughout the world. Yesterday the newspaper rumor that its
owner had mysteriously left England had caused men on 'Change to discuss
possibilities together with lowered voices.

Glad stared at the curate. For the first time she looked disturbed and
alarmed.

"Blimme," she ejaculated, "'e's gone off 'is nut, pore chap!--'e's
gone off it!"

"No," the man answered, "you shall come to me"--he hesitated a second
while a shade passed over his eyes--"TO-MORROW. And you shall see."

He rose quietly to his feet and the curate rose also. Abnormal as the