"Excuse my asking, Mr Carrados," he said at length, "but are you quite blind?"
"Quite," was the unconcerned reply. "Why?"
"Because I noticed that you held some of the labels close to your eyes and I fancied that perhaps"
"It is my way."
"Forgive my curiosity"
"I can assure you, Mr Hosier, that other people are much more touchy about my blindness than I am. Now will you do me a kindness? I should like a copy of the inscriptions on half-a-dozen of these gems."
"With pleasure." The curate discovered pen and ink and paper and waited.
"This didrachm of the nymph Larissa wearing earrings; this of Artemis and the stag; this, and this, and this." The trays had been left displayed upon the table and Carrados's hand selected from them with unerring precision.
Hosier took the chosen coins and noted down the legends in their bold Greek capitals. "Shall I describe the type of each as well?" he asked.
"Thank you," assented his visitor. "If you don't mind writing that also in capitals and not blotting I shall read it so much the easier."
He accepted the sheet of paper and delicately touched the lettering along each line.
"I have a friend who will be equally interested in this," he remarked, taking out his pocket-book.
The clergyman had turned to remove a tray from the table when a sheet of paper, fluttering to the ground, caught his eye. He picked it up and was returning it into the blind man's hand when he stopped in a sudden arrest of every movement.
"Good heavens, Mr Carrados!" he exclaimed in an
