CHAPTER X

THE BOOK It was a good thing that, just then, Eleuthera should have remembered the parcel. When she did remember it, and recalled how the old man had handed it over to her, she could not understand how she had forgotten it. And yet it was simple enough. On arriving home after her call at the Melford Hundreds, she had thrust the packet under a pile of clean tunics in her wardrobe and left it there. Her grief about Jimmy, and uneasiness at her quarrel with Alaric, had filled her mind to the exclusion of everything el…