r live here after her father's death?" I asked.

"Not until she came of age; then she used to come here through the
summer months, but returned to Trewinion, I believe, because of her
father's wish."

"What did your mistress die of?" I asked, abruptly.

The old man was silent.

"Can you not tell me?" I urged.

"I cannot," he said, stiffly. "I dare say you could know by applying
to the doctor."

I could not help noticing a strange look in his eyes as he spoke, but I
said quietly.

"Then you will, perhaps, tell Mr. Inch I wish to see him."

"Yes sir. What name?"

"No name."

"No name? He will not see you."

"Tell him a friend of the Trewinion family wishes to see him."

He gave me a searching look and then went away, and in a minute more
came back and showed me into a room, telling me that Mr. Inch would see
me immediately.

I had not to wait long. Soon I heard a slow, measured step along the
hall; then the handle of the door turned, and Mr. Inch and I were
gazing steadily into each other's face.

CHAPTER XX

"VISIT HER TOMB"

O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!
Who through death have to God ascended!
Ye have risen
From the cares which keep us still in prison.
--LONGFELLOW.

"I am at your service for a few minutes," he said stiffly; "but our
interview must be short, for I have much to do."

"And I have much to speak to you about," I said, still confused as to
the issues of our interview, but dimly feeling that he was in some way
responsible for Ruth's death.

"I am ignorant as to what it can be," he said, looking at me curiously,
"for certainly I do not remember ever seeing you before."

"You do not remember," I said, "but you have nevertheless seen me."

"Yes?" he said, still questioningly.

"Yes!" I replied. "I am at present travelling like that ancient god of
night whom men call Nemesis. I was for years lost to the earth, now I
am come back, if not to restore the righteous to their true position,
at any rate to punish betrayers and oppressors, and you are both a
betrayer and an oppressor."

"Do you know to whom you are speaking?"

"Yes."

"Then I will call a servant and see that you are shown off the
premises."

"No, you will not."

He looked at me strangely. "A friend of the Trewinions," he murmured,
"surely he must be mad."

"Yes, I am nearly mad," I replied, "but I am sane enough to know that
Ruth Morton was not fairly tr