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"Yes, yes--of course! But he's ill--a fit, I think"

"Have you ever seen him so before?"

"Never so bad as this There, Barry, there, et him on the couch, will you, Beverley?"

Between the form; then, as Mr Smivvle

stooped to set a cushion beneath the restless head, he started

suddenly back, staring wide-eyed and pointing with a shaking finger

"My God!" he whispered, "what's that? Look--look at his coat"

"Yes," said Barnabas, "we must have it off"

"No, no--it's too awful!" whi away,

"see--it's--it's all down the front!"

"If this coat is ever found, it will hang hiet it off"

So between them it was done; thereafter, while Mr S for up the torn coat, hid it beneath its a, Beverley?"

"Yes--for one thing to get rid of this coat On the table are twenty

guineas, take theet him away, but above all, don't--"