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oolboy。〃
〃Well；〃 replied Fisher； reflectively； 〃it rather depends which schoolboy。〃
〃What on earth do you mean？〃
〃The soul of a schoolboy is a curious thing；〃 Fisher continued； in a meditative manner。 〃It can survive a great many things besides climbing out of a chimney。 A man can grow gray in great campaigns； and still have the soul of a schoolboy。 A man can return with a great reputation from India and be put in charge of a great public treasure； and still have the soul of a schoolboy； waiting to be awakened by an accident。 And it is ten times more so when to the schoolboy you add the skeptic； who is generally a sort of stunted schoolboy。 You said just now that things might be done by religious mania。 Have you ever heard of irreligious mania？ I assure you it exists very violently； especially in men who like showing up magicians in India。 But here the skeptic had the temptation of showing up a much more tremendous sham nearer home。〃
A light came into Harold March's eyes as he suddenly saw； as if afar off； the wider implication of the suggestion。 But Twyford was still wrestling with one problem at a time。
〃Do you really mean；〃 he said； 〃that Colonel Morris took the relic？〃
〃He was the only person who could use the magnet；〃 replied Fisher。 〃In fact； your obliging nephew left him a number of things he could use。 He had a ball of string； and an instrument for making a hole in the wooden floorI made a little play with that hole in the floor in my trance； by the way； with the lights left on below； it shone like a new shilling。〃 Twyford suddenly bounded on his chair。 〃But in that case；〃 he cried； in a new and altered voice； 〃why then of courseYou said a piece of steel？〃
〃I said there were two pieces of steel；〃 said Fisher。 〃The bent piece of steel was the boy's magnet。 The other was the relic in the glass case。〃
〃But that is silver；〃 answered the archaeologist； in a voice now almost unrecognizable。
〃Oh；〃 replied Fisher； soothingly； 〃I dare say it was painted with silver a little。〃
There was a heavy silence； and at last Harold March said； 〃But where is the real relic？〃
〃Where it has been for five years；〃 replied Horne Fisher； 〃in the possession of a mad millionaire named Vandam； in Nebraska。 There was a playful little photograph about him in a society paper the other day； mentioning his delusion； and saying he was always being taken in about relics。〃
Harold March frowned at the tablecloth； then； after an interval； he said： 〃I think I understand your notion of how the thing was actually done； according to that； Morris just made a hole and fished it up with a magnet at the end of a string。 Such a monkey trick looks like mere madness； but I suppose he was mad； partly with the boredom of watching over what he felt was a fraud； though he couldn't prove it。 Then came a chance to prove it； to himself at least； and he had what he called 'fun' with it。 Yes； I think I see a lot of details now。 But it's just the whole thing that knocks me。 How did it all come to be like that？〃
Fisher was looking at him with level lids and an immovable manner。
〃Every precaution was taken；〃 he said。 〃The Duke carried the relic on his own person； and locked it up in the case with his own hands。〃
March was silent； but Twyford stammered。 〃I don't understand you。 You give me the creeps。 Why don't you speak plainer？〃
〃If I spoke plainer you would understand me less；〃 said Horne Fisher。
〃All the same I should try；〃 said March； still without lifting his head。
〃Oh； very well；〃 replied Fisher； with a sigh； 〃the plain truth is； of course； that it's a bad business。 Everybody knows it's a bad business who knows anything about it。 But it's always happening； and in one way one can hardly blame them。 They get stuck on to a foreign princess that's as stiff as a Dutch doll； and they have their fling。 In this case it was a pretty big fling。〃
The face of the Rev。 Thomas Twyford certainly suggested that he was a little out of his depth in the seas of truth； but as the other went on speaking vaguely the old gentleman's features sharpened and set。
〃If it were some decent morganatic affair I wouldn't say； but he must have been a fool to throw away thousands on a woman like that。 At the end it was sheer blackmail； but it's something that the old ass didn't get it out of the taxpayers。 He could only get it out of the Yank； and there you are。〃
The Rev。 Thomas Twyford had risen to his feet。
〃Well； I'm glad my nephew had nothing to do with it；〃 he said。 〃And if that's what the world is like； I hope he will never have anything to； do with it。〃
〃I hope not；〃 answered Horne Fisher。 〃No one knows so well as I do that one can have far too much to do with it。〃
For Summers Minor had indeed nothing to do with it； and it is part of his higher significance that he has really nothing to do with the story； or with any such stories。 The boy went like a bullet through the tangle of this tale of crooked politics and crazy mockery and came out on the other side； pursuing his own unspoiled purposes。 From the top of the chimney he climbed he had caught sight of a new omnibus； whose color and name he had never known； as a naturalist might see a new bird or a botanist a new flower。 And he had been sufficiently enraptured in rushing after it； and riding away upon that fairy ship。
IV。 THE BOTTOMLESS WELL
In an oasis； or green island； in the red and yellow seas of sand that stretch beyond Europe toward the sunrise； there can be found a rather fantastic contrast； which is none the less typical of such ai place； since international treaties have made it an outpost of the British occupation。 The site is famous among archaeologists for something that is hardly a monument； but merely a hole in the ground。 But it is a round shaft； like that of a well； and probably a part of some great irrigation works of remote and disputed date； perhaps more ancient than anything in that ancient land。 There is a green fringe of palm and prickly pear round the black mouth of the well； but nothing of the upper masonry remains except two bulky and battered stones standing like the pillars of a gateway of nowhere； in which some of the more transcendental archaeologists； in certain moods at moonrise or sunset； think they can trace the faint lines of figures or features of more than Babylonian monstrosity； while the more rationalistic archaeologists； in the more rational hours of daylight； see nothing but two shapeless rocks。 It may have been noticed； however； that all Englishmen are not archaeologists。 Many of those assembled in such a place for official and military purposes have hobbies other than archaeology。 And it is a solemn fact that the English in this Eastern exile have contrived to make a small golf links out of the green scrub and sand； with a comfortable clubhouse at one end of it and this primeval monument at the other。 They did not actually use this archaic abyss as a bunker； because it was by tradition unfathomable； and even for practical purposes unfathomed。 Any sporting projectile sent into it might be counted most literally as a lost ball。 But they often sauntered round it in their interludes of talking and smoking cigarettes； and one of them ha