Mr.Glenthorpe seemed very pleased with his interest, and told him about a valuable discovery made in a field near what he called the hut circles.

He said he had bought the field off the farmer for L300, and was going to commence his excavations immediately.
As the farmer refused to take a cheque for the land he had been over to the bank at Heathfield for the money, and had brought it back with him so as to pay it over in the morning and take possession of the field.
Mr.Glenthorpe complained that the bank had made him take all the money in Treasury notes, and he took them out of his pocket and showed them to the young gentleman, saying how bulky they were, and pointing out that they were all of the first issue." "And what did Ronald say to that ?" If the chief constable's question covered a trap, the waiter seemed unconscious of it.
"I wasn't looking at him, sir, and did not hear his reply.

After putting the money back in his pocket, Mr.Glenthorpe told me to go downstairs and tell Mr.Benson to bring up some of the old brandy.

Mr.Benson came back with me, and Mr.Glenthorpe took the bottle from him and filled the glasses himself, telling the young gentleman that the brandy was the best in England, a relic of the old smuggling days, but far too good for scoundrels who had never paid the King's revenue one half-penny.

Then when Mr.Benson had left the room he began to talk about the field again, and how anxious he was to start the excavations.