"You mean going down the well again?"
"If you'll oblige me by again turning the handle."
Wyndham was by this time thoroughly interested in Paul and his mission, and he couldn't help admiring still further his pluck and determination. He never imagined that a despised "Gargoyle" had so much of those qualities. He willingly fell in with Paul's suggestion, and soon they were back again at the well.
"I've forgotten one thing," said Paul. "I haven't a light."
"Luckily I can lend you one. Wait here for a moment."
Paul waited while Wyndham disappeared among the ruins. Presently he returned with a lantern, which he lighted and handed to Paul. Thus equipped, he once more took his position in the bucket.
"Pay out slowly, and I'll tell you when to stop."
The bucket slowly descended till Paul was within a foot or two of the water.
"Stop!" he shouted.
The bucket stopped, then Paul leaned over the side, and flashed the light of the lantern on the water. There, to his great joy, was the missing letter, floating on the weeds. He cautiously leaned forward, and grasping the letter, returned it once more in safety to his pocket.