If you really think them I'd rather know, but I'd so much rather, dear boy, that you didn't think them." But Timmy was absorbed in what he was saying.

"I know now that it was Colonel Crofton," he went on, "because I've seen an old photograph of him, Mum.

Mrs.Crofton brought a tin box full of papers with her, and there were some old photographs in it.

There was one of an officer in uniform, and it had written across it, 'Yours sincerely, Cecil Crofton.' She tore it up the day after she came here, and threw it in the waste-paper basket, but her cook took it out of the dustbin, and that's how I saw it." "How disgusting!" exclaimed his mother, feeling herself now on firm ground.

"How often have I had to tell you, Timmy, not to go into other people's kitchens and sculleries?
No nice boy, no little gentleman, would do such a thing.