But ill--my sakes! he was ill!" "Ill!" exclaimed Gilling, with a glance at Copplestone.

"Really ill!" "He was that ill," said the landlord, "that me and my wife never expected to see him get up that next morning.

We wanted them to have a doctor but Mr.Greyle himself said that it was nothing, but that he had some heart trouble and that the voyage had made it worse.

He said that if he took some medicine which he had with him, and a drop of hot brandy-and-water, and got a good night's sleep he'd be all right.

And next morning he seemed better, and he got up to breakfast--but my wife said to me that if she'd seen death on a man's face it was on his! She's a bit of a persuasive tongue, has my wife, and when she heard that these two gentlemen were thinking of going a long journey--right away to the far north, it was, I believe--she got 'em to go and see the doctor first, for she felt that Mr.Greyle wasn't fit for the exertion." "Did they go ?" asked Gilling.
"They did! I talked, myself, to the old gentleman," replied the landlord.
"And I showed them the way to our own doctor--Dr.Tretheway.