“It didn’ altogether surprise most of us when it happened,” said the barber philosophically.  “A man risin’ sixty-five, with his habits! . . .  But it all came about by the County Council’s widenin’ the road up at Four Turnin’s. . . .  You see, o’ late years th’ old man ’d ride home on Saturdays so full he had to drop off somewhere ’pon the road; an’ his mare gettin’ to find this out, as dumb animals do, had picked up a comfortable way of canterin’ hard by Four Turnin’s and stoppin’ short, slap in the middle of her stride, close by th’ hedge, so ’s her master ’d roll over it into the plantation there, where the ditch is full of oak-leaves.  There he’d lie, peaceful as a suckin’ child; and there, every Sabbath mornin’ in the small hours, one o’ the farm hands ’d be sent to gather ’em in wi’ the new-laid eggs.  So it went on till one day the County Council, busy as usual, takes a notion to widen th’ road just there; an’ not only pulls down th’ hedge, but piles up a great heap o’ stones, ready to build a new one.  Whereby either the mare hadn’ noticed the improvement or it escaped her memory.  Anyway—­the night bein’ dark—­she shoots old Bosenna neck-an’-crop ’pon the stones.  It caused a lot o’ feelin’ at the time, an’ the coroner’s jury spoke their minds pretty free about it.  They brought it in that he’d met his death by the visitation o’ God brought about by a mistake o’ the mare’s an’ helped on by the over-zealous behaviour of the County Surveyor.  Leastways that’s how they put it at first; but on the Coroner’s advice they struck out the County Surveyor an’ altered him to a certain party or parties unknown.”

“I mind Mrs Bosenna well,” said Captain Cai, rising as the barber unwrapped him; “a smallish well-featured body, with eyes like bullace plums.”

“Ay, an’ young enough to ha’ been old Bosenna’s daughter—­a penniless maid from Holsworthy in Devon, as I’ve heard; an’ now she’s left there, up to Rilla, happy as a mouse in cheese.  Come to think, Cap’n Cai, you might do worse than cock your hat in that quarter.”

But Captain Cai did not hear for the moment.  He was peering into the looking-glass and thinking less of Mrs Bosenna than of his shaven-altered appearance.

“’Twould be a nice change for her, too,” pursued Mr Toy in a rallying tone; “an adaptable man like you, Cap’n.”

“Eh?  What’s that you were sayin’ about my hat?” asked Captain Cai; and just then, letting his gaze wander to the depths of the glass, he was aware of Mr Philp shamelessly trying on that same hat before another mirror at the back of the shop.

“Hullo, there!”

Mr Philp faced about solidly, composedly.

“I was thinkin’,” said he, “as I’d bid you three-an’-six for this, if you’ve done with it.  I’ve long been wantin’ something o’ the sort, for interments.”

“Done with you!” said Captain Cai, reaching for it and clapping it on his head.  “Only you must send round for it to-morrow, when I’ve found myself something more up-to-date.”  Again he contemplated his shaven image in the mirror.  “Lord!  A man do look younger without a chin-beard!”