ly. He had dropped the
letter overboard as the simplest way of avoiding unpleasantness. "Was
you expecting one?"

Fraser, gazing blankly at him, made no reply, being indeed staggered by
the thoroughness with which he imagined the wily Flower was playing his
part.

"He's going to be lost his full six months, that's evident," he thought,
in consternation. "He must have seen the way I should be affected; it
would serve him right to tell the whole thing right away to Captain
Barber."

"If anything does come I'll send it on to you," said Ben, who had been
watching him closely.

"Thanks," said Fraser, pondering, and walked away with his eyes on the
ground. He called in at the office as he passed it; the staff had gone,
but the letter-rack which stood on the dusty, littered mantel-piece was
empty, and he went into the street again.

His programme for the evening thus suddenly arrested, he walked slowly
up Tower Hill into the Minories, wondering what to do with himself.
Something masquerading as a conscience told him severely that he
ought to keep his promise to the errant Flower and go and visit Poppy;
conscience without any masquerading at all told him he was a humbug, and
disclaimed the responsibility. In the meantime, he walked slowly in the
direction of Poplar, and having at length made up a mind which had been
indulging in civil war all the way, turned up Liston Street and knocked
at the Wheelers' door.

A murmur of voices' from the sitting-room stopped instantly. A double
knock was a rare occurrence on that door, and was usually the prelude
to the sudden disappearance of the fairer portion of the family, while
a small boy was told off to answer it, under dire penalties if he
officiated too soon.

This evening, however, the ladies had made their toilet, and the door
was opened after a delay merely sufficient to enable them to try and
guess the identity of the guest before the revelation. Poppy Tyrell
opened it, and turned upon him eyes which showed the faintest trace of
surprise.

"Good evening," said Fraser, holding out his hand.

"Good evening," said the girl.

"Fine weather we're having," said the embarrassed ex-mate, "for June,"
he added, in justification of the remark.

Miss Tyrell assented gravely, and stood there waiting.

It is probable that two members at least of the family would have been
gratified by the disappearance of the caller then and there, but that
Mr. Wheeler, a man of great density a