use of it all the rest of the time? I
can assure you that you will be welcome to come and go as though it were
entirely your own."

Mr. Fentolin had lit a cigarette and was watching the blue smoke curl
upwards to the ceiling.

"You're an obstinate man, Mr. Hamel," he sighed, "but I suppose you must
have your own way. By-the-by, you would only need to use the up-stairs
room and the sitting-room. You will not need the outhouse--rather more
than an outhouse, though isn't it? I mean the shed which leads out from
the kitchen, where the lifeboat used to be kept?"

"I don't think I shall need that," Hamel admitted, a little
hesitatingly.

"To tell you the truth," Mr. Fentolin continued, "among my other hobbies
I have done a little inventing. I work sometimes at a model there. It is
foolish, perhaps, but I wish no one to see it. Do you mind if I keep the
keys of the place?"

"Not in the least," Hamel replied. "Tell me, what direction do your
inventions take, Mr. Fentolin?"

"Before you go," Mr. Fentolin promised, "I will show you my little model
at work. Until then we will not talk of it. Now come, be frank with me.
Shall we exchange ideas for a little time? Will you talk of books? They
are my daily friends. I have thousands of them, beloved companions on
every side. Or will you talk of politics or travel? Or would you
rather be frivolous with my niece and nephew? That, I think, is Esther
playing."

"To be quite frank," Hamel declared bluntly, "I should like to talk to
your niece."

Mr. Fentolin smiled as though amused. His amusement, however, was
perfectly good-natured.

"If you will open this door," he said, "you will see another one exactly
opposite to you. That is the drawing-room. You will find Esther there.
Before you go, will you pass me the Quarterly Review? Thank you."

Hamel crossed the hail, opened the door of the room to which he had been
directed, and made his way towards the piano. Esther was there, playing
softly to herself with eyes half closed. He came and stood by her side,
and she stopped abruptly. Her eyes questioned him. Then her fingers
stole once more over the keys, more softly still.

"I have just left your uncle," Hamel said. "He told me that I might come
in here."

"Yes?" she murmured.

"He was very hospitable," Hamel continued. "He wanted me to remain here
as a guest and not go to the Tower at all."

"And you?"

"I am going to the Tower," he said. "I am going there to-morrow or t