"Did he go walking on the Shawl every night ?" "Regular as clock-work," answered the housekeeper.

"He used to read and write a deal at night--then he'd side away all his books and papers, get his supper, and go out for an hour, walking round and about.

Then he'd come in, put on his slippers--there they are, set down to warm for him--smoke one pipe, drink one glass of toddy--there's the stuff for it--and go to bed.

He was the regularest man I ever knew, in all he did." "Was he out longer than usual tonight ?" asked Bent, who saw that the sergeant had no more to ask.

"You seemed to suggest that, when we came." "Well, he was a bit longer," admitted Miss Pett.