King of Ranleigh

Clive Darrell took from the pocket of a somewhat tattered coat which bore many a stain and many a sign of hard wear a filbert of good size and having admired it in silence cracked the same by placing it upon a miniature anvil and giving it an adroit blow with a hammer. There was a precision about his movements and his action which spoke of practice. Clive was inordinately fond of nuts. His pockets bulged widely with them. As he ate he extracted a handful and presented some to each of his two comrades.