oy Royland, the young officer in the body-guard of his majesty,
King Charles the Second. The letter was full of congratulations to the
young man on his promotion, and towards the end Sir Granby said--

"I have kept your mother away from the work going on, for I have been
afraid that the digging would mean the turning over of plenty of sad
mementoes of that terrible time; but, strangely enough, these
discoveries have been confined to two. You remember how we wondered
that Master Palgrave Pawson never showed himself again, to take
possession of the place he schemed to win, and how often we wondered
what became of poor old Jenk. Well, in one day, Roy, the men came upon
the poor old man crouched up in a corner of the vault, close to the
magazine. From what we could judge, the powder must have exerted its
force upward, for several of the places where the stones were cleared
out were almost uninjured, and this was especially so where they found
old Jenk. The poor fellow must have been striking his blow against his
master's enemies, for, when the stones were removed, he lay there with a
lantern and a coil of slow-match beneath, showing what his object must
have been in going down to the magazine. The other discovery was that
of the remains of my scoundrel of a secretary. They came upon him
crushed beneath the stones which fell upon the east rampart, where,
perhaps you remember, there was a little shelter for the guard. Master
Pawson must have been on the ramparts that night, and perished in the
explosion.

"Come home soon, Roy, my lad; we want to see you again. They ought to
give you leave of absence now, and by the time you get here, I hope to
have the old garden restored, and looking something like itself once
more. The building will, however, take another year.

"Roy, my boy, they bury soldiers, as you know, generally where they
fall; and your mother and I thought that if poor old Jenk could have
chosen his resting-place, it might have been where we laid him. As you
remember, the old sun-dial in the middle of the court was levelled by
the explosion. It has been restored to its place, and it is beneath the
stones that your grandfather's faithful old servant lies at rest.

"Ben Martlet begs me to remember him to you, and says it will do his
eyes good to see you again; and your mother, who writes to you as well,
says you must come now. My wounds worry me a good deal at times, and I
don't feel so young as I was;