they did in the old country so long as they behave themselves decently
in this one. Twice recently, as mentioned in these columns, the
successor to an English property of some value was discovered, in the
one case peddling oranges, and in the other digging a rancher's
ditches, while now we have another instance in the Somasco valley. It
appears that long ago there was a family quarrel at Carnaby, England,
and though we do not know what it was all about, the owner of what we
understand is an encumbered estate turned out his son, who had the good
sense to come out to this country, where he did pretty well. He died
and left a son, Mr. Henry Alton, well known in the Somasco district,
who appears to be a credit to the country which took his father in.
The owner of Carnaby dying later, left the ancestral property to him,
and, as in this case there does not seem to be a wicked uncle, Mr.
Deringham, the next of kin and a distinguished London financier who
has, we believe, had some dealings in local mines, has come out to look
for him. Mr. Alton of Somasco will probably stop right where he is if
he is the sensible man his neighbours seem to think him."

"That's correct?" said Hallam, glancing at Deringham.

"I knew who you were when I saw you."

"Yes," said Deringham. "The taste is questionable, but I can't deny
its comparative accuracy."

"Then," said Hallam, "Alton stands between you and this Carnaby
property?"

"I believe so," said Deringham quietly.