a windmill, past houses of more substantial mi

ancient abruptly, f

ms in some cott

d on, and finally dumped his share of the burden at the door

ay beard and gray shirt-sleeves, leaned over the counter, talking in an unknown tongue to a bl

s of surprise in the unknown tongue, and Graeme stared hard at

st, with a jerk of the head towards Gray-

peak any English,

said, with a quaint soft intonation, and as one who speaks a

. Do you know you're v

t know him. What is it you would

a month or so, perhaps more,-not at an ho

be quiet," and he nodded understanding

ooms in a cottage

hom he had been speaking, and discussed th

with him. His wife has roomss to let

led him along a stony way past the post-office, to a creeper-covered cottage, which turned a cold shoulder to the road and lo

ked his silent guide somewhat doub

smile, "except a few of the older folks, maybe, and

your

-which he pro

, and stood to enjoy it. "My name is

entle doubt as to the stranger's veracity. And, so odd was the coincidence, that the newcomer saw no

e, rough-coated terrier hurried out of the kitchen and twisted himself into kinks of delight at sound of their voices. And that decided it before ever G

circumstances-to be living in that cottage in the Rue Lucas in the little isle of Sark, and under a name that was indeed his o