rces which he could not control--of which,
indeed, he had no knowledge--in directions which he did not understand,
and which were without his own volition. In sheer helpless inability to
think the problem out satisfactorily, he called up a servant and told him
to tell Oolanga that he wanted to see him at once in the turret-room. The
answer came back that the African had not been seen since the previous
evening.

Caswall was now so irritable that even this small thing upset him. As he
was distrait and wanted to talk to somebody, he sent for Simon Chester,
who came at once, breathless with hurrying and upset by the unexpected
summons. Caswall bade him sit down, and when the old man was in a less
uneasy frame of mind, he again asked him if he had ever seen what was in
Mesmer's chest or heard it spoken about.

Chester admitted that he had once, in the time of "the then Mr. Edgar,"
seen the chest open, which, knowing something of its history and guessing
more, so upset him that he had fainted. When he recovered, the chest was
closed. From that time the then Mr. Edgar had never spoken about it
again.

When Caswall asked him to describe what he had seen when the chest was
open, he got very agitated, and, despite all his efforts to remain calm,
he suddenly went off into a faint. Caswall summoned servants, who
applied the usual remedies. Still the old man did not recover. After
the lapse of a considerable time, the doctor who had been summoned made
his appearance. A glance was sufficient for him to make up his mind.
Still, he knelt down by the old man, and made a careful examination. Then
he rose to his feet, and in a hushed voice said:

"I grieve to say, sir, that he has passed away."

CHAPTER XV--ON THE TRACK

Those who had seen Edgar Caswall familiarly since his arrival, and had
already estimated his cold-blooded nature at something of its true value,
were surprised that he took so to heart the death of old Chester. The
fact was that not one of them had guessed correctly at his character.
They thought, naturally enough, that the concern which he felt was that
of a master for a faithful old servant of his family. They little
thought that it was merely the selfish expression of his disappointment,
that he had thus lost the only remaining clue to an interesting piece of
family history--one which was now and would be for ever wrapped in
mystery. Caswall knew enough about the life of his ancestor in Par