"You see--_Who Will, Shall_.

Whose is it ?" "God bless us!" exclaimed Mr.Portlethorpe.

"The Carstairs motto! Aye!--their motto for many a hundred years! Lindsey, this is an extraordinary thing!--I'm inclined to think you may have some right in your notions.

We must--" But before Mr.Portlethorpe could say what they must do, there was a diversion in our proceedings which took all interest in them clean away from me, and made me forget whatever mystery there was about Carstairs, Smeaton, or anybody else.

A page lad came along with a telegram in his hand asking was there any gentleman there of the name of Moneylaws?
I took the envelope from him in a whirl of wonder, and tore it open, feeling an unaccountable sense of coming trouble.