And James White did accordingly enter the servants' hall at that moment in the person of the Resurrection Man; for by the former name was he now pleased to pass at Ravensworth Hall.
"Been taking a walk, Mr. White?" said Quentin, as Tidkins seated himself at the breakfast-table.
"Yes—just looking about the grounds a little," was the answer. "Handsome building this—fine park—beautiful gardens."
"It is a handsome building, Mr. White," said Quentin; "and as commodious as it is handsome."
"Very commodious," returned the Resurrection Man. "Nice snug little private door, too, at the southern end," he added with a strange leer.
"Why, that was the very door that Lydia Hutchinson decamped by, when she ran off with my lady's jewels," exclaimed one of the maids.
"Ah—indeed!" said the Resurrection Man, carelessly. "And wasn't her ladyship cut up at the loss of the jewels?"
"Somewhat so," was the female servant's answer. "But my lady is too rich to care very much about that."
"And was there no blue-bot—police-case, I mean, made of it?" asked Tidkins.
"None," replied the maid. "My lady possesses too good a heart to wish to punish even those who most wrong her."