The stranger followed Bryce's outstretched finger.

"Paradise?" he said, wonderingly. "What's that?"

Bryce pointed to a long stretch of grey wall which projected
from the south wall of the Cathedral into the Close.

"It's an enclosure--between the south porch and the transept,"
he said. "Full of old tombs and trees--a sort of wilderness
--why called Paradise I don't know. There's a short cut
across it to the Deanery and that part of the Close--through
that archway you see over there. If you go across, you're
almost sure to meet Dr. Ransford."

"I'm much obliged to you," said the stranger. "Thank you."

He turned away in the direction which Bryce had indicated, and
Bryce went back--only to go out again and call after him.

"If you don't meet him, shall I say you'll call again?" he
asked. "And--what name?"

The stranger shook his head.

"It's immaterial," he answered. "I'll see him--somewhere--or
later. Many thanks."

He went on his way towards Paradise, and Bryce returned to the
surgery and completed his preparations for departure. And in
the course of things, he more than once looked through the