n you know a person's name. Married a Miss Hunsden,
didn't he--the baronet?"

"Yes. Miss Harriet Hunsden."

"That's her. Lived with her pa, an old officer in the army, didn't
she? Used to be over there in America?"

"Yes. Did you know her?"

"Wa-al, no," replied Mr. Parmalee, with a queer sidelong look at the
lady; "I can't say I did. They told me down to the tavern all about
it. Handsome young lady, wasn't she? One of your tall-stepping,
high-mettled sort?"

"Yes."

"And her pa's dead, and he left her nothing? Was poor as a
church-mouse, that old officer, wasn't he?"

"Captain Hunsden had only his pay."

"And they've gone off on a bridal tower? Now when do you expect them
back?"

"In a month. Are you particularly desirous of seeing Sir Everard or
Lady Kingsland?" asked Sybilla, suddenly and sharply.

"Well, yes," he said, slowly, "I am. I'm collecting photographic views
of all your principal buildings over here, and I'm going to ask Sir
Everard to let me take this place, inside and out. These rooms are the
most scrumptious concerns I've seen lately, and the Fifth Avenue Hotel
is some pumpkins, too. Oh, these are the pictures, are they? What a
jolly lot!"

Mr. Parmalee became immediately absorbed by the hosts of dead-and-gone
Kingslands looking down from the oak-paneled walls. Miss Silver
fluently gave him names, and dates, and histories.

"Seems to me," said Mr. Parmalee, "those old fellows didn't die in
their beds--many of 'em. What with battles, and duels, and high
treason, and sich, they all came to unpleasant ends. Where's the
present Kingsland's?"

"Sir Everard's portrait is in the library."

"And her ladyship--his wife?"

"We have no picture of Lady Kingsland as yet."

Mr. Parmalee's inscrutable face told nothing--whether he was
disappointed or not. He followed Miss Silver all over the house, saw
everything worth seeing, and took the "hull concern," as he expressed
it, as a matter of course.

"Should like to come again," said Mr. Parmalee. "A fellow couldn't see
all that's worth seeing round here in less than a month. Might I step
up again to-morrow, Miss Silver?"

Miss Silver shook her head.

"I'm afraid not. Thursday is visitors' day, and I dare not infringe
the rules. You may come every Thursday while you stay, and meantime
the gardeners will show you over the grounds whenever you desire. How
long do you remain, Mr. Parmalee?"

"That's oncertain," replied th