shall get on very well with county people--"

"Hang the county people," Fenwick growled. "Who cares a straw for them?
Not but what they'll come along fast enough when they hear that Mark
Fenwick, the millionaire, is in their midst. Still, there is a fine park
round the house, and you'll be able to get as much riding as you want."

Venner watching furtively saw that Vera was interested for the first
time. He had not forgotten the fact that she was an exceedingly fine
horsewoman; he recollected the glorious rides they had had together.
Interested as he was in the mysterious set of circumstances which had
wound themselves into his life, he was not without hope that this change
would enable him to see more of Vera than was possible in London. In the
lonely country he would be able to plan meetings with her; indeed, he had
made up his mind to leave London as soon as Vera had gone. Moreover, in
this instance, duty and inclination pointed the same way. If the mystery
were to be solved and Vera freed from her intolerable burden, it would be
essential that every movement of Fenwick's should be carefully watched.
The only way to carry out this plan successfully would be to follow him
into Kent.

"You heard that?" he murmured to Gurdon. "We must find out exactly where
this place is, and then look out some likely quarters in the
neighborhood. I must contrive to see Vera and learn her new address
before she goes."

"No reason to worry about that," Gurdon said. "It will all be in the
papers. The doings of these monied men are chronicled as carefully now
as the movements of Royalty. It is any odds when you take up your
_Morning Post_ in the morning that you will know not only exactly where