My heart was in my mouth when Ratsey lifted the latch and led me into the inn parlour.  It was a low sanded room with no light except a fire of seawood on the hearth, burning clear and lambent with blue salt flames.  There were tables at each end of the room, and wooden-seated chairs round the walls, and at the trestle table by the chimney sat Elzevir Block smoking a long pipe and looking at the fire.  He was a man of fifty, with a shock of grizzled hair, a broad but not unkindly face of regular features, bushy eyebrows, and the finest forehead that I ever saw.  His frame was thick-set, and still immensely strong; indeed, the countryside was full of tales of his strange prowess or endurance.  Blocks had been landlords at the Why Not? father and son for years, but Elzevir’s mother came from the Low Countries, and that was how he got his outland name and could speak Dutch.  Few men knew much of him, and folks often wondered how it was he kept the Why Not? on so little custom as went that way.  Yet he never seemed to lack for money; and if people loved to tell stories of his strength, they would speak also of widows helped, and sick comforted with unknown gifts, and hint that some of them came from Elzevir Block for all he was so grim and silent.

He turned round and got up as we came in, and my fears led me to think that his face darkened when he saw me.

‘What does this boy want?’ he said to Ratsey sharply.

’He wants the same as I want, and that’s a glass of Ararat milk to keep out autumn chills,’ the sexton answered, drawing another chair up to the trestle-table.

‘Cows’ milk is best for children such as he,’ was Elzevir’s answer, as he took two shining brass candlesticks from the mantel-board, set them on the table, and lit the candles with a burning chip from the hearth.

’John is no child; he is the same age as David, and comes from helping me to finish David’s headstone.  ’Tis finished now, barring the paint upon the ships, and, please God, by Monday night we will have it set fair and square in the churchyard, and then the poor lad may rest in peace, knowing he has above him Master Ratsey’s best handiwork, and the parson’s verses to set forth how shamefully he came to his end.’

I thought that Elzevir softened a little as Ratsey spoke of his son, and he said, ’Ay, David rests in peace.  ’Tis they that brought him to his end that shall not rest in peace when their time comes.  And it may come sooner than they think,’ he added, speaking more to himself than to us.  I knew that he meant Mr. Maskew, and recollected that some had warned the magistrate that he had better keep out of Elzevir’s way, for there was no knowing what a desperate man might do.  And yet the two had met since in the village street, and nothing worse come of it than a scowling look from Block.

‘Tush, man!’ broke in the sexton, ’it was the foulest deed ever man did; but let not thy mind brood on it, nor think how thou mayest get thyself avenged.  Leave that to Providence; for He whose wisdom lets such things be done, will surely see they meet their due reward.  “Vengeance is Mine; I will repay, saith the Lord".’  And he took his hat off and hung it on a peg.