"'Ah,' says he, mighty nasty, 'I'll drop a return card on you one o' these days, Mr. Clergyman. And don't you forget it.'
"Then the lord stood up and waved.
"'Thank you for a very pleasant afternoon, Mr. Joy,' he called. 'May
I say au revoir?'
"'The same to you, my lord,' I answered. 'And the sooner the better.'
"And that's the last I saw of him…. And now what I want to know is where is he?—for I'm after him."
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE FACE ON THE WALL
"It's a long story," said Kit.
The Parson took him by the arm, and led the way into the kitchen.
It was more like a guard-room than a parlour. Clearly no woman reigned here. All was wood, or stone, or steel, clean as a ship, and as comfortless. Arms on the wall; iron-barred windows; no carpets, no curtains, no fal-lals.