The matter was too grave for random talking: but I resolved to keep eyes and ears open, and if this horrible practice of wrecking did really exist, to expose it without mercy.
"'Well I have lived some years since in Lansulyan: and I am absolutely sure now that no such horrors exist, if they ever existed.'
"'But the man?' was Dick's query.
"'That's what I'm coming to. You may be sure I looked out for him: for, unlike you, I remembered the face I saw. Yet until to-day I have never seen it since.'
"'Until to-day?'
"'Yes. The man I saw on the beach was Miss Felicia's gardener, John Emmet. He has shaved his beard; but I'll swear to him.'
"All that Dick could do was to pull the pipe from his mouth and give a long whistle. 'But what do you make of it?' he asked with a frown.
"'As yet, nothing. Where does the man live?'
"'In a small cottage at the end of the village, just outside the gate of the kitchen-garden.'
"'Married?'
"'No: a large family lives next door and he pays the eldest girl to do some odd jobs of housework.'
"'Then to-morrow,' said I, 'I'll pay him a call.'
"'Seen your man?' asked Dick next evening, as we walked up towards the house, where again we were due for dinner.
