On one side a low, thatched building,--the Dominey Arms; on another, an ancient, square stone house, on which was a brass plate.

He went over and read the name, rang the bell, and asked the trim maidservant who answered it, for the doctor.

Presently, a man of youthful middle-age presented himself in the surgery and bowed.

Dominey was for a moment at a loss.
"I came to see Doctor Harrison," he ventured.
"Doctor Harrison retired from practice some years ago," was the courteous reply.

"I am his nephew.