"I hope the Temple is free from that sort of thing, young Mr.Breton.Your respected guardian and myself had a quiet evening on our usual peaceful pursuits, and when he went away all was as quiet as the grave, sir.

What may have gone on in the chambers above and around me I know not! Fortunately, our walls are thick, sir--substantial.

I say, sir, the man probably fell down and broke his neck.

What he was doing here, I do not presume to say." "Well, it's guess, you know, Mr.Cardlestone," remarked Breton, again winking at Spargo.

"But all that was found on this man was a scrap of paper on which my name and address were written.