Then, recollecting himself, and shaking some of the drunkenness from him: "In the old days, when the Marleighs were masters here," he mumbled, "I was often within these walls.

Roland Marleigh was my friend.
The King's chamber was ever accorded me, and there, for old time's sake, I'll lay these old bones of mine to-night." "You were Roland Marleigh's friend ?" gasped Gregory.

He was very white now, and there was a sheen of moisture on his face.

The sound of that name had well-nigh sobered him.

It was almost as if the ghost of Roland Marleigh stood before him.