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。 Let us change the subject by all means； if you like。 What do you think of this Burgundy？ It's rather a discovery of mine； like the restaurant itself。〃
And he proceeded to talk learnedly and luxuriantly on all the wines of the world； on which subject； also； some moralists would consider that he knew too much。
III。 THE SOUL OF THE SCHOOLBOY
A large map of London would be needed to display the wild and zigzag course of one day's journey undertaken by an uncle and his nephew； or； to speak more truly； of a nephew and his uncle。 For the nephew； a schoolboy on a holiday； was in theory the god in the car； or in the cab； tram； tube； and so on； while his uncle was at most a priest dancing before him and offering sacrifices。 To put it more soberly； the schoolboy had something of the stolid air of a young duke doing the grand tour； while his elderly relative was reduced to the position of a courier； who nevertheless had to pay for everything like a patron。 The schoolboy was officially known as Summers Minor； and in a more social manner as Stinks； the only public tribute to his career as an amateur photographer and electrician。 The uncle was the Rev。 Thomas Twyford； a lean and lively old gentleman with a red； eager face and white hair。 He was in the ordinary way a country clergyman； but he was one of those who achieve the paradox of being famous in an obscure way； because they are famous in an obscure world。 In a small circle of ecclesiastical archaeologists； who were the only people who could even understand one another's discoveries； he occupied a recognized and respectable place。 And a critic might have found even in that day's journey at least as much of the uncle's hobby as of the nephew's holiday。
His original purpose had been wholly paternal and festive。 But； like many other intelligent people； he was not above the weakness of playing with a toy to amuse himself； on the theory that it would amuse a child。 His toys were crowns and miters and croziers and swords of state； and he had lingered over them； telling himself that the boy ought to see all the sights of London。 And at the end of the day； after a tremendous tea； he rather gave the game away by winding up with a visit in which hardly any human boy could be conceived as taking an interestan underground chamber supposed to have been a chapel； recently excavated on the north bank of the Thames； and containing literally nothing whatever but one old silver coin。 But the coin； to those who knew； was more solitary and splendid than the Koh…i…noor。 It was Roman； and was said to bear the head of St。 Paul； and round it raged the most vital controversies about the ancient British Church。 It could hardly be denied； however； that the controversies left Summers Minor comparatively cold。
Indeed； the things that interested Summers Minor； and the things that did not interest him； had mystified and amused his uncle for several hours。 He exhibited the English schoolboy's startling ignorance and startling knowledgeknowledge of some special classification in which he can generally correct and confound his elders。 He considered himself entitled； at Hampton Court on a holiday； to forget the very names of Cardinal Wolsey or William of Orange； but he could hardly be dragged from some details about the arrangement of the electric bells in the neighboring hotel。 He was solidly dazed by Westminster Abbey； which is not so unnatural since that church became the lumber room of the larger and less successful statuary of the eighteenth century。 But he had a magic and minute knowledge of the Westminster omnibuses； and indeed of the whole omnibus system of London； the colors and numbers of which he knew as a herald knows heraldry。 He would cry out against a momentary confusion between a light…green Paddington and a dark…green Bayswater vehicle； as his uncle would at the identification of a Greek ikon and a Roman image。
〃Do you collect omnibuses like stamps？〃 asked his uncle。 〃They must need a rather large album。 Or do you keep them in your locker？〃
〃I keep them in my head；〃 replied the nephew； with legitimate firmness。
〃It does you credit； I admit；〃 replied the clergyman。 〃I suppose it were vain to ask for what purpose you have learned that out of a thousand things。 There hardly seems to be a career in it； unless you could be permanently on the pavement to prevent old ladies getting into the wrong bus。 Well； we must get out of this one； for this is our place。 I want to show you what they call St。 Paul's Penny。〃
〃Is it like St。 Paul's Cathedral？〃 asked the youth with resignation； as they alighted。
At the entrance their eyes were arrested by a singular figure evidently hovering there with a similar anxiety to enter。 It was that of a dark； thin man in a long black robe rather like a cassock； but the black cap on his head was of too strange a shape to be a biretta。 It suggested； rather； some archaic headdress of Persia or Babylon。 He had a curious black beard appearing only at the corners of his chin； and his large eyes were oddly set in his face like the flat decorative eyes painted in old Egyptian profiles。 Before they had gathered more than a general impression of him； he had dived into the doorway that was their own destination。
Nothing could be seen above ground of the sunken sanctuary except a strong wooden hut； of the sort recently run up for many military and official purposes； the wooden floor of which was indeed a mere platform over the excavated cavity below。 A soldier stood as a sentry outside； and a superior soldier； an Anglo…Indian officer of distinction； sat writing at the desk inside。 Indeed； the sightseers soon found that this particular sight was surrounded with the most extraordinary precautions。 I have compared the silver coin to the Koh…i…noor； and in one sense it was even conventionally comparable； since by a historical accident it was at one time almost counted among the Crown jewels； or at least the Crown relics； until one of the royal princes publicly restored it to the shrine to which it was supposed to belong。 Other causes combined to concentrate official vigilance upon it； there had been a scare about spies carrying explosives in small objects； and one of those experimental orders which pass like waves over bureaucracy had decreed first that all visitors should change their clothes for a sort of official sackcloth； and then （when this method caused some murmurs） that they should at least turn out their pockets。 Colonel Morris； the officer in charge； was a short； active man with a grim and leathery face； but a lively and humorous eyea contradiction borne out by his conduct； for he at once derided the safeguards and yet insisted on them。
〃I don't care a button myself for Paul's Penny； or such things；〃 he admitted in answer to some antiquarian openings from the clergyman who was slightly acquainted with him； 〃but I wear the King's coat； you know； and it's a serious thing when the King's uncle leaves a thing here with his own hands under my charge。 But as for saints and relics and things； I fear I'm a bit of a Voltairian； what you would call a skeptic。〃
〃I'm not sure it's even skeptical to believe in the royal family and not in the 'Holy' Family；〃 replied Mr。 Twyford。 〃But； of course； I can easily empty my pockets； to show I don't carry a bomb。〃
The little heap of the parson's possessions which he left on the table consisted chiefly of papers； over and above a pipe and a tobacco pouch and some Roman and Saxon coins。 The rest were catalogues of old books； and pamphlets； like one entitled 〃The Use of Sarum；〃 one glance at which was sufficient both for the colonel and the schoolboy。 They could not see the use of Sarum at all。 The contents of the boy's pockets naturally made a larger heap； and included marbles； a ball of string； an electric torch； a magnet； a small catapult； and； of course； a large pocketknife； almost to be described as a small tool box； a complex apparatus on which he seemed disposed to linger； pointing out that it included a pair of nippers； a tool for punching holes in wood； and； above all； an instrument for taking stones out of a horse's hoof。 The comparative absence of any horse he appeared to regard as irrelevant； as if it were a mere appendage easily supplied。 But when the turn came of the gentleman in the black gown； he did not turn out his pockets； but merely spread out his hands。
〃I have no possessions；〃 he said。
〃I'm afraid I must ask you to empty your pockets and make sure；〃 observed the colonel； gruffly。
〃I have no pockets；〃 said the stranger。
Mr。 Twyford was looking at the long black gown with a learned eye。
〃Are you a monk？〃 he asked； in a puzzled fashion。
〃I am a magus；〃 replied the stranger。 〃You have heard of the magi； perhaps？ I am a magician。〃
〃Oh； I say！〃 exclaimed Summers Minor； with prominent eyes。
〃But I was once a monk；〃 went on the other。 〃I am what you would call an escaped monk。 Yes； I have escaped into eternity。 But the monks held one truth at least； that the highest life should be without possessions。 I have no pocket money and no pockets； and all the stars are my trinkets。〃
〃They are out of reach； anyhow；〃 observed Colonel Morris； in a tone which suggested that it was well for them。