THE MAN IN THE YELLOW BOOTS The two men did not meet again until luncheon-time, Anglicized into a one-o'clock meal for their benefit. Already seated at the table they found a short fair man, in the costume of a pedestrian tourist. He wore a tweed knickerbocker suit, and a knapsack lay upon the grass by his side. As Wrayson and his fellow-guest arrived almost at the same time, the newcomer rose and bowed. "Good morning, gentlemen!" he said. "I trust you will permit me a seat at your table. It appears to be the only one." Duncan contented himself with a nod. Wrayson felt compelled to be a little more civil. The man certainly seemed harmless enough. "A very delightful spot, gentlemen," he continued, "and a fine, a very fine church that in the valley. I am spending my holiday taking photog

