"And then ?" "Then we walked slowly along the street, and whenever there was no one near, my father threw some tobacco over the wall.

'I don't suppose they have a very enjoyable time,' he said.

'They will be glad to find the tobacco there to-morrow.' We walked up the street and turned and came back, and when we reached the corner he said with a laugh, 'That's all, Sylvia.

My pockets are empty.' We walked back to the carriage and drove home again to Weymouth." Sylvia had finished her story, and the mystery was clear to Chayne.

She had told him the secret which she did not know herself.