help him, even if the location should be easily determined, which, however, was most unlikely. For him, alone, to go prying about on Greenberry Point, would surely occasion comment and arouse suspicion--which would not be so likely if there were two of them, and especially if one were a well-known resident of Maryland. He finally determined, however, to go across to Annapolis and look over the ground, before he disclosed the secret to any one. Which was the reasonable decision. When he came to look up the matter of transportation, however, he was surprised to find that no boat ran between Annapolis and Hampton--or any other port on the Eastern Shore. He either had to go by water to Baltimore (which was available on only three days a week) and thence finish his journey by rail or transfer to another boat, or else he had to go by steam cars north to Wilmington, and then directly south again to Annapolis. In either case, a day's journey between two towns that were almost within seeing distance of each other, across the Bay. Of the two, he chose to go by boat to Baltimore. Then, the afternoon of the day before it sailed, he received a wire--delivered two hours and more after its receipt, in the leisurely fashion of the Eastern Shore. It was from Macloud, and dated Philadelphia. "Can I come down to-night? Answer to Bellevue-Stratford." His reply brought Macloud in the morning train. Croyden met him at the station. Moses took his bag, and they walked out to Clarendon. "Sorry I haven't a car!" said Croyden--then he laughed. "The truth is, Colin, they're not popular down here. The old families won't have them--they're innovations--the saddle horse and the family carriage are still to the fore with them. Only the butcher, and the baker and the candlestick maker have motors. There's one, now--he's the candlestick maker, I think. This town is nothing if not conservative. It reminds me of the one down South, where they wouldn't have electric cars. Finally all the street car horses died. Then rather than commit the awful sin of letting _new_ horses come into the city, they accepted the trolley. The fashion suits my pocketbook, however, so I've no kick coming." "What do you want with a car here, anyway?" Macloud asked. "It looks as if you could walk from one end of the town to the other in fifteen minutes." "You can, easily." "And the baker et cetera have theirs only for show, I suppose?" "Yes, that's about it--the roads, hereabout, are sandy and poor." "Then, I'm with your old families. They may be conservative, at times a trifle too much so, but, in the main, their judgment's pretty reliable, according to conditions. What sort of place did you find--I mean the house?" "Very fair!" "And the society?" "Much better than Northumberland." "Hum--I see--the 

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