unt him down. Have you heard
whether any more evidence has been found?'

'None likely to indicate the assassin, my lord. But I believe that the
police have gathered some information about the victim's past.'

The bishop's hand clenched itself so tightly that the knuckles whitened.
'About Jentham!' he muttered in a low voice, and not looking at the
chaplain; 'ay, ay, what about him?'

'It seems, my lord,' said Cargrim, watchful of his companion's face,
'that thirty years ago the man was a violinist in London and his
professional name was Amaru.'

'A violinist! Amaru!' repeated Dr Pendle, and looked so relieved that
Cargrim saw he had not received the answer he expected. 'A professional
name you say?'

'Yes, your lordship,' replied the chaplain, trying hard to conceal his
disappointment. 'No doubt the man's real name was Jentham.'

'No doubt,' assented the bishop, indifferently, 'although I daresay so
notorious a vagrant must have possessed at least half a dozen names.'

It was on the tip of Cargrim's tongue to ask by what name Jentham had
been known to his superior, but restrained by the knowledge of his
incapacity to follow up the question, he was wise enough not to put it.
Also, as he wished to come to an understanding with the bishop on the
subject of the Heathcroft living, he turned the conversation in that
direction by remarking that Mr Leigh was reported as dying.

'So Gabriel informed me,' said Dr Pendle, with a nod. 'I am truly sorry
to hear it. Mr Leigh has been rector of Heathcroft parish for many
years.'

'For twenty-five years, your lordship; but latterly he has been rather
lax in his rule. What is needed in Heathcroft is a young and earnest man
with a capacity for organisation, one who by words and deeds may be able
to move the sluggish souls of the parishioners, who can contrive and
direct and guide.'

'You describe an ideal rector, Cargrim,' remarked Dr Pendle, rather
dryly, 'a kind of bishop in embryo; but where is such a paragon to be
found?'

The chaplain coloured and looked conscious. 'I do not describe myself as
a paragon,' said he, in a low voice; 'nevertheless, should your lordship
think fit to present me with the Heathcroft cure of souls, I should
strive to approach in some degree the ideal I have described.'

The bishop was no stranger to Cargrim's ambition, as it was not the
first time that the chaplain had hinted that he would make a good rector
of Heathcroft, therefore he did not