Julian nipped him by the arm, as those strong fingers went travelling over the carved work with dire intent.

Both started when the Lord of Mortimer exclaimed: "Take away yon chest; it encumbers me." The servants did his bidding in a moment; and then a sudden change came over his face.

The eager look died away.

He remained awhile looking down at the floor, which was covered with dust and flue, as was also the carving which had been concealed behind the chest.

The prior looked down too, and shrugged his shoulders.
"That tells a tale, my lord.