CHAPTER II

WHICH DESCRIBES AN EXTRAORDINARY MUSICIAN It was as he leaned against the stile leading into his pet preserve that Sir Marmaduke first heard it,--a wild, sweet strain of music which seemed to voice all the heartbreak of a sorrowing world. Ineffably sad the music rose from the green depths before him, now swelling to a golden chord, now dying to the hushed sobbing of a single string. And staring into the leafy gloom shot, here and there, by the glory of sunset, Sir Marmaduke held his breath to listen and thought of…