"Has Dr.Ransford been laying flowers on a grave ?--I didn't know of it.

My engagement with Dr.Ransford terminated two days ago--so I've seen nothing of him." "My son, Mr.Sackville Bonham," said Mrs.Folliot, "tells me that yesterday Miss Bewery came into Gardales' and spent a sovereign--actually a sovereign!--on a wreath, which, she told Sackville, she was about to carry, at her guardian's desire, to this strange man's grave.

Sackville, who is a warm-hearted boy, was touched--he, too, bought flowers and accompanied Miss Bewery.

Most extraordinary! A perfect stranger! Dear me--why, nobody knows who the man was!" "Except his bank-manager," remarked Bryce, "who says he's holding ten thousand pounds of his." "That," admitted Mrs.Folliot gravely, "is certainly a consideration.
But then, who knows ?--the money may have been stolen.

Now, really, did you ever hear of a quite respectable man who hadn't even a visiting-card or a letter upon him?
And from Australia, too!--where all the people that are wanted run away to! I have actually been tempted to wonder, Dr.
Bryce, if Dr.Ransford knew this man--in years gone by?
He might have, you know, he might have--certainly! And that, of course, would explain the flowers." "There is a great deal in the matter that requires explanation, Mrs.
Folliot," said Bryce.