MRS.

BYASS'S LODGINGS 'You are Mr.Kirkwood ?' said his visitor civilly.

'My name is Snowdon.
I should be glad to speak a few words with you, if you could spare the time.' Sidney's thoughts were instantly led into the right channel; he identified the old man by his white hair and the cloak.

The hat, however, which had been described to him, was now exchanged for a soft felt of a kind common enough; the guernsey, too, had been laid aside.
With ready goodwill he invited Mr.Snowdon to enter.
There was not much in the room to distinguish it from the dwelling of any orderly mechanic.

A small bed occupied one side; a small table stood before the window; the toilet apparatus was, of course, unconcealed; a half-open cupboard allowed a glimpse of crockery, sundries, and a few books.