some vexation, saw that he did not associate the name with his
visitor; 'and who is Jentham?'

'I hardly know,' said the chaplain, making another attempt; 'he is a
tramp, as I have reason to believe, and consorts with gipsies. I saw him
myself the other day--a tall, lean man with a scar.'

The bishop rose, and walking over to the tea-table placed his cup
carefully thereon. 'With a scar,' he repeated in low tones. 'A man with
a scar--Jentham--indeed! What do you know of this person, Mr Cargrim?'

'Absolutely nothing,' rejoined the chaplain, with a satisfied glance at
the uneasy face of his questioner. 'He is a gipsy; he stays at The Derby
Winner and pays regularly for his lodgings; and his name is Jentham. I
know no more.'

'I don't suppose there is more to know,' cried Lucy, lightly.

'If there is, the police may find out, Miss Pendle.'

The bishop frowned. 'As the man, so far as we know, has done nothing
against the laws,' said he, quickly, 'I see no reason why the police
should be mentioned in connection with him. Evidently, from what Mr
Cargrim says, he is a rolling stone, and probably will not remain much
longer in Beorminster. Let us hope that he will take himself and his bad
influence away from our city. In the meantime, it is hardly worth our
while to discuss a person of so little importance.'

In this skilful way the bishop put an end to the conversation, and
Cargrim, fearful of rousing his suspicions, did not dare to resume it.
In a little while, after a few kind words to his wife, Dr Pendle left
the drawing-room for his study. As he passed out, Cargrim noticed that
the haggard look had come back to his face, and once or twice he glanced
anxiously at his wife. In his turn Cargrim examined Mrs Pendle, but saw
nothing in her manner likely to indicate that she shared the uneasiness
of her husband, or knew the cause of his secret anxiety. She looked calm
and content, and there was a gentle smile in her weary eyes. Evidently
the bishop's mind was set at rest by her placid looks, for it was with a
sigh of relief that he left the room. Cargrim noted the look and heard
the sigh, but was wholly in the dark regarding their meaning.

'Though I daresay they have to do with Jentham and this secret,' he
thought, when bowing himself out of the drawing-room. 'Whatever the
matter may be, Dr Pendle is evidently most anxious to keep his wife from
knowing of it. All the better.' He rubbed his hands together with a
satisfie