knew this lad, and then betray by his every utterance that he had never heard of him before? No, that would not do.

An idea came to his relief: accidents like this might be likely to happen with some frequency, now that business urgencies would often call Hertford and St. John from his side, they being members of the Council of Executors; therefore perhaps it would be well to strike out a plan himself to meet the requirements of such emergencies. Yes, that would be a wise course — he would practise on this boy, and see what sort of success he might achieve. So he stroked his brow perplexedly a moment or two, and presently said —

“Now I seem to remember thee somewhat — but my wit is clogged and dim with suffering — ”

“Alack, my poor master!”