CHAPTER VI

THE LETTER Oh, you shall walk in the mummers’ train, And dance for a beggar’s boon, And wear as mad a motley As any under the moon, And you shall pay the piper— But I will call the tune. Old Mr. Mottisfont had been dead for about a fortnight when the letter arrived. David Blake found it upon his breakfast table when he came downstairs. It was a Friday morning, and there was an east wind blowing. David came into the dining-room wishing tha…