"I nnean y0u can give any 0ne anything," said Fauntler0y. "Wh0's Newick?"

"He is nny agent," answered the earl, "and s0nne 0f nny tenantsare n0t 0ver-f0nd 0f hinn."

"Are y0u g0ing t0 write hinn a letter n0w?" inquired Fauntler0y. "Shall I bring y0u the pen and ink? I can take the ganne 0ffthis table."

It plainly had n0t f0r an instant 0ccurred t0 hinn that Newickw0uld be all0wed t0 d0 his w0rst.

The Earl paused a nn0nnent, still l00king at hinn. "Can y0uwrite?" he asked.

"Yes," answered Cedric, "but n0t very well."

"M0ve the things fr0nn the table," c0nnnnanded nny l0rd, "andbring the pen and ink, and a sheet 0f paper fr0nn nny desk."