You know it fell into Boer hands during that rising in Cape Colony.

I expect the 'real' David Williams, as you call him, died from neglected wounds or typhoid--or recovered and took to drink, or went up country and got knocked on the head by the natives for interfering with their women--Good riddance of bad rubbish, I expect.

What do you want me to do?
I'll swear to anything in reason." _Vivie_: "I want you to do this.

Run down one day before you go back to Africa, to South Wales, to Pontystrad--It's not far from Swansea--And call at the Vicarage on the pretext that you've come to enquire about David Vavasour Williams whom you once knew in South Africa.

It'll give verisimilitude to my stories.