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appearance.”
    â€œI think that I am fairly strong.”
    â€œAnd resolute?”
    â€œI believe so.”
    â€œHave you ever known what it was to be exposed to imminent danger?”
    â€œNo, I don’t know that I ever have.”
    â€œBut you think you would be prompt and cool at such a time?”
    â€œI hope so.”
    â€œWell, I believe that you would. I have the more confidence in you because you do not pretend to be certain as to what you would do in a position that was new to you. My impression is that, so far as personal qualities go, you are the very man of whom I am in search. That being settled, we may pass on to the next point.”
    â€œWhich is?”
    â€œTo talk to me about beetles.”
    I looked across to see if he was joking, but, on the contrary, he was leaning eagerly forward across his desk, and there was an expression something like anxiety in his eyes.
    â€œI am afraid that you do not know about beetles,” he cried.
    â€œOn the contrary, sir, it is the one scientific subject about which I feel that I really do know something.”
    â€œI am overjoyed to hear it. Please talk to me about beetles.”
    I talked. I do not profess to have said anything original upon the subject, but I gave a short sketch of the characteristics of the beetle, and ran over the more common species, with some allusions to the specimens in my own little collection and to the article upon “Burying Beetles” which I had contributed to the Journal of Entomological Science.
    â€œWhat! Not a collector?” cried Lord Linchmere. “You don’t mean that you are yourself a collector?” His eyes danced with pleasure at the thought.
    â€œYou are certainly the very man in London for my purpose. I thought that among five millions of people there must be such a man, but the difficulty is to lay one’s hands upon him. I have been extraordinarily fortunate in finding you.”
    He rang a gong upon the table, and the footman entered.
    â€œAsk Lady Rossiter to have the goodness to step this way,” said his lordship, and a few moments later the lady was ushered into the room. She was a small, middle-aged woman, very like Lord Linchmere in appearance, with the same quick, alert features and gray-black hair. The expression of anxiety, however, which I had observed upon his face was very much more marked upon hers. Some great grief seemed to have cast its shadow over her features. As Lord Linchmere presented me she turned her face full upon me, and I was shocked to observe a half-healed scar extending for two inches over her right eyebrow. It was partly concealed by plaster, but none the less I could see that it had been a serious wound and not long inflicted.
    â€œDr. Hamilton is the very man for our purpose, Evelyn,” said Lord Linchmere. “He is actually a collector of beetles, and he has written articles upon the subject.”
    â€œReally!” said Lady Rossiter. “Then you must have heard of my husband. Every one who knows anything about beetles must have heard of Sir Thomas Rossiter.”
    For the first time a thin little ray of light began to break into the obscure business. Here, at last, was a connection between these people and beetles. Sir Thomas Rossiter—he was the greatest authority upon the subject in the world. He had made it his lifelong study, and had written a most exhaustive work upon it. I hastened to assure her that I had read and appreciated it.
    â€œHave you met my husband?” she asked.
    â€œNo, I have not.”
    â€œBut you shall,” said Lord Linchmere, with decision.
    The lady was standing beside the desk, and she put her hand upon his shoulder. It was obvious to me as I saw their faces together that they were brother and sister.
    â€œAre you really prepared for this, Charles? It is noble of you, but you fill me with fears.” Her voice quavered with apprehension, and he appeared to me to be equally