"I'm on for anything." "You say that you are entirely your own master for the next six months ?" "Or as much longer as I like," Hamel assented.

"No plans at all, except that I might drift round to the Norfolk coast and look up some of the places where the governor used to paint.

There's a queer little house--St.David's Tower, I believe they call it--which really belongs to me.

It was given to my father, or rather he bought it, from a man who I think must have been some relative of your friend.

I feel sure the name was Fentolin." Reginald Kinsley set down his wine-glass.
"Is your St.David's Tower anywhere near a place called Salthouse ?" he asked reflectively.
"That's the name of the village," Hamel admitted.