“OfcourseIdo，“Hamelinsisted。“I’monforanything。“
“Yousaythatyouareentirelyyourownmasterforthenextsixmonths？“
“OrasmuchlongerasIlike，“Hamelassented。“Noplansatall，exceptthatImightdriftroundtotheNorfolkcoastandlookupsomeoftheplaceswherethegovernorusedtopaint。There’saqueerlittlehouse-St。David’sTower，Ibelievetheycallit-whichreallybelongstome。Itwasgiventomyfather，orratherheboughtit，fromamanwhoIthinkmusthavebeensomerelativeofyourfriend。IfeelsurethenamewasFentolin。“
ReginaldKinsleysetdownhiswine-glass。
“IsyourSt。David’sToweranywherenearaplacecalledSalthouse？“