bing his hands together. "I'll get this little lot of coinage nailed up in a coffin and sent to Calais, and old What's-his-name wot's just gone up the stairs has arranged with the Calais people to get it transferred to the Bank of Lyons, so you can get at it yourself from Marseilles, can't you?"
"Yes, we're all square now. Everything shipshape. Mother Waggetts I've settled with, and Imogene gets the iron-bound casket. I've seen to it all. But it's time I was off. I've a certain gentleman to see before nightfall."
"Who's that?" asked Mipps.
"The squire," replied the Scarecrow, laughing as he tied up the money bags.
"And I have a gentleman to visit, too," said Mipps.
"Who's that?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Parson Syn, Doctor Syn, the worthy vicar," replied Mipps, winking, at which the Scarecrow laughed and went out of the crypt.
Mipps, after locking up the money in the chest, followed leisurely, and as he crossed the churchyard he saw Doctor Syn ringing the front door bell of the Court House.
"Well," murmured Mipps to himself, "I've met one or two of 'em in my time, but he's a blinkin' marvel."
