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"
It
's
a
wise
conspirator
that
knows
his
own
name
,
"
he
observed
,
grinning
broadly
at
a
moor-hen
that
emerged
from
the
bridge
's
shadow
.
I
stood
up
and
looked
at
him
,
at
the
square
,
cleft
jaw
and
broad
,
lined
brow
and
the
firm
folds
of
cheek
,
and
began
to
think
that
here
at
last
was
an
ally
worth
having
.
His
whimsical
blue
eyes
seemed
to
go
very
deep
.
Suddenly
he
frowned
.
"
I
call
it
disgraceful
,
"
he
said
,
raising
his
voice
.
"
Disgraceful
that
an
able-bodied
man
like
you
should
dare
to
beg
.
You
can
get
a
meal
from
my
kitchen
,
but
you
'll
get
no
money
from
me
.
"
A
dog-cart
was
passing
,
driven
by
a
young
man
who
raised
his
whip
to
salute
the
fisherman
.
When
he
had
gone
,
he
picked
up
his
rod
.
"
That
's
my
house
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
to
a
white
gate
a
hundred
yards
on
.
"
Wait
five
minutes
and
then
go
round
to
the
back
door
.
"
And
with
that
he
left
me
.
I
did
as
I
was
bidden
.
I
found
a
pretty
cottage
with
a
lawn
running
down
to
the
stream
,
and
a
perfect
jungle
of
guelder-rose
and
lilac
flanking
the
path
.
The
back
door
stood
open
,
and
a
grave
butler
was
awaiting
me
.
"
Come
this
way
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
led
me
along
a
passage
and
up
a
back
staircase
to
a
pleasant
bedroom
looking
towards
the
river
.
There
I
found
a
complete
outfit
laid
out
for
me
--
dress
clothes
with
all
the
fixings
,
a
brown
flannel
suit
,
shirts
,
collars
,
ties
,
shaving
things
and
hair-brushes
,
even
a
pair
of
patent
shoes
.
"
Sir
Walter
thought
as
how
Mr
Reggie
's
things
would
fit
you
,
sir
,
"
said
the
butler
.
"
He
keeps
some
clothes
'
ere
,
for
he
comes
regular
on
the
week-ends
.
There
's
a
bathroom
next
door
,
and
I
've
prepared
a
'
ot
bath
.
Dinner
in
'
alf
an
hour
,
sir
.
You
'll
'
ear
the
gong
.
"
The
grave
being
withdrew
,
and
I
sat
down
in
a
chintz-covered
easy-chair
and
gaped
.
It
was
like
a
pantomime
,
to
come
suddenly
out
of
beggardom
into
this
orderly
comfort
.
Obviously
Sir
Walter
believed
in
me
,
though
why
he
did
I
could
not
guess
.
I
looked
at
myself
in
the
mirror
and
saw
a
wild
,
haggard
brown
fellow
,
with
a
fortnight
's
ragged
beard
,
and
dust
in
ears
and
eyes
,
collarless
,
vulgarly
shirted
,
with
shapeless
old
tweed
clothes
and
boots
that
had
not
been
cleaned
for
the
better
part
of
a
month
.
I
made
a
fine
tramp
and
a
fair
drover
;
and
here
I
was
ushered
by
a
prim
butler
into
this
temple
of
gracious
ease
.
And
the
best
of
it
was
that
they
did
not
even
know
my
name
.
