"No," said Egbert, handing it across the table, "I thought I would tell you about it first. Heavens, what are you doing?" Egbert's voice rose almost to a scream. Sir Lulworth had flung the paper well and truly into the glowing centre of the grate. The small, neat handwriting shrivelled into black flaky nothingness. "What on earth did you do that for?" gasped Egbert.

At Lulworth they are afraid of the Due de Bordeaux being kidnapped. The pretence is the getting masters from Edinburgh for the children. It may be feared that the placing him in a royal residence may look or be represented as looking like recognition. On the other hand his removal from the southern coast to Scotland is a renunciation of intrigues with France.

They experimented with a dummy figure falling in every conceivable position." "But the motive?" exclaimed Sir Lulworth; "no one had any interest in doing away with him, and the number of people who destroy Canons of the Established Church for the mere fun of killing must be extremely limited.

Were the thin soil which covers it all washed away, a curved band of white chalk, here broader, and there narrower, might be followed diagonally across England from Lulworth in Dorset, to Flamborough Head in Yorkshire a distance of over two hundred and eighty miles as the crow flies.

The strata in some places have a curious appearance, resembling huge twisted trees. In one side are caves of various sizes, and here also fossils in great numbers are found. Landing, we walked about two miles to Lulworth Castle, belonging to Mr Edward Weld, the son of the owner of the celebrated yachts the Lulworth and Alarm.

I have kindred recollections of Lulworth Castle in Dorsetshire, where the old religious regime so casts its spell over everything that I should hardly have been surprised if a keeper, encountered in the twilight park, had turned out to be carrying, not a gun, but a crossbow.

Were the thin soil which covers it all washed away, a curved band of white chalk, here broader, and there narrower, might be followed diagonally across England from Lulworth in Dorset, to Flamborough Head in Yorkshire a distance of over two hundred and eighty miles as the crow flies.

Isbister looked at him. "It's not a cert, you know," he remarked. "There's a cliff like that at Lulworth Cove as high, anyhow and a little girl fell from top to bottom. And lives to-day sound and well." "But those rocks there?" "One might lie on them rather dismally through a cold night, broken bones grating as one shivered, chill water splashing over you. Eh?" Their eyes met.

The path must be followed until it drops into the road leading to the landward village. Correctly Arish Mel. "Gap" and "Mel" are synonyms in Dorset. Lulworth bids fair, or ill, to become a "resort" apart from the descents from Bournemouth or Weymouth, which are only of a few hours' duration.

"You've just come back from Adelaide's funeral, haven't you?" said Sir Lulworth to his nephew; "I suppose it was very like most other funerals?" "I'll tell you all about it at lunch," said Egbert. "You'll do nothing of the sort. It wouldn't be respectful either to your great-aunt's memory or to the lunch.