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"
What
do
you
make
of
it
?
"
asked
Dacre
.
"
I
should
imagine
that
it
belonged
to
some
vintner
or
maltster
in
the
Middle
Ages
,
"
said
I
.
"
I
have
seen
in
England
leathern
drinking
flagons
of
the
seventeenth
century
—
’
black
jacks
’
as
they
were
called
—
which
were
of
the
same
colour
and
hardness
as
this
filler
.
"
"
I
dare
say
the
date
would
be
about
the
same
,
"
said
Dacre
,
"
and
,
no
doubt
,
also
,
it
was
used
for
filling
a
vessel
with
liquid
.
If
my
suspicions
are
correct
,
however
,
it
was
a
queer
vintner
who
used
it
,
and
a
very
singular
cask
which
was
filled
.
Do
you
observe
nothing
strange
at
the
spout
end
of
the
funnel
.
"
As
I
held
it
to
the
light
I
observed
that
at
a
spot
some
five
inches
above
the
brass
tip
the
narrow
neck
of
the
leather
funnel
was
all
haggled
and
scored
,
as
if
someone
had
notched
it
round
with
a
blunt
knife
.
Only
at
that
point
was
there
any
roughening
of
the
dead
black
surface
.
"
Someone
has
tried
to
cut
off
the
neck
.
"
"
Would
you
call
it
a
cut
?
"
"
It
is
torn
and
lacerated
.
It
must
have
taken
some
strength
to
leave
these
marks
on
such
tough
material
,
whatever
the
instrument
may
have
been
.
But
what
do
you
think
of
it
?
I
can
tell
that
you
know
more
than
you
say
.
"
Dacre
smiled
,
and
his
little
eyes
twinkled
with
knowledge
.
"
Have
you
included
the
psychology
of
dreams
among
your
learned
studies
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
did
not
even
know
that
there
was
such
a
psychology
.
"
