"Yes; I have just left him."

"Is he a married man--this Mr. Raffles Haw?"

"No, he is a bachelor. He does not seem to have any relations either,
as far as I could learn. He lives alone, amid his huge staff of
servants. It is a most remarkable establishment. It made me think of
the Arabian Nights."

"And the man? What is he like?"

"He is an angel--a positive angel. I never heard or read of such
kindness in my life. He has made me a happy man."

The clergyman's eyes sparkled with emotion, and he blew his nose loudly
in his big red handkerchief.

Robert McIntyre looked at him in surprise.

"I am delighted to hear it," he said. "May I ask what he has done?"

"I went up to him by appointment this morning. I had written asking
him if I might call. I spoke to him of the parish and its needs, of my
long struggle to restore the south side of the church, and of our
efforts to help my poor parishioners during this hard weather.
While I spoke he said not a word, but sat with a vacant face, as though
he were not listening to me. When I had finished he took up his pen.
'How much will it take to do the church?' he asked. 'A thousand
pounds,' I answered; 'but we have already raised three hundred among