I am going to make you a present." "Make me a present ?" gasped Miss Ogilvy, a vague vision of half-crowns flashing before her mind.
"Yes, it is rather a curious thing.

It was found round the neck-bone of an old knight, whose remains they threw out of the Abbey Church when they put in the heating apparatus.

I saw it there, and the sexton gave it to me when he discovered that it was only stone.

You will see it has a hole in it, so he must have worn it as an ornament.

The grave he lay in was that of a Crusader, for the legs are crossed upon his brass, although his name has gone.