"For its King--that shall be.

Not as He came before.

It has not long to wait now: the New Year is not far off." "I've no faith in holding your hands, waiting for it; nor have you either, Charley," growled Knowles.

"There's an infernal lot of work to be done before it comes, I fancy.

Here, let me light my cigar." Holmes bade them good-night, laughing, and struck into the by-road through the hills.