Well Griffith's Hole turns out to
be the entrance into a wonderful cave in the limestone.
Hither came the other day a party of scientific men who
think that majestic first chapter of Genesis to be a
Babylonian legend! It appears they discovered or thought
they discovered the remains of Ancient man in Griffith's
Hole. I invited them to tea at the Vicarage and amongst them
was a very learned gentleman quite as wise as but less
aggressive than the others. He was known as "Professor
Rossiter"; and commenting on the similarity of my name with
that of a "very agreeable young gentleman" whom he had
recently seen in Gower, it turned out that you were an
acquaintance of his. He thinks it a great pity that you are
reading for the Bar and wishes you had taken up Science
instead. At any rate he hopes you will go and see him in
London one day--No. 1 Park Crescent. Portland Place.

H. V. W.

Several times in reading this letter the tears stood in David's
eyes. So much trust and kindness made him momentarily sorry at the
double life he was leading. If it were possible to establish the
death of the wastrel he was personating he would perhaps allow his
"father" to live on in this new-found happiness; but if the real
D.V.W. were alive some effort must be made to help him out of the
slough--perhaps to bring him back. He would try to find out through
Frank Gardner.

Some time before Vivie Warren had taken her departure, she had left
behind in Honoria Fraser's temporary care a Power of Attorney duly
executed in favour of David Vavasour Williams; and reciprocally
D.V.W. had executed another in favour of Vivien Warren. Both these
documents lay securely in the little safe that David had had fitted
into the wall of his sitting-room in Fig Tree Court. Also David had
opened an account in his own name after he got back from Wales, at
the Temple Bar Branch of the C. &. C. Bank. Into this he now paid
the cheque for twenty-five pounds which his father had sent as
pocket money.

A few days afterwards, Vivie Warren reappeared--in spirit--and
indited a letter to Frank Gardner's agents in Cape Town. She was
careful to give no address at the head of the letter and to post it
at Victoria Station. In it she said she was starting on a tour
abroad, but asked him to do what he could to trace the boy who had
lain so grievously ill in the