"It ought to be Kamaiakan," she
rejoined; "for, if anybody finds it, it will
be he."

"I think I hear the wings of the angel of
whom we have been speaking," said the
general. "Yes, here he is; and he has got
the letters. Let us see! One for you
Meschines. And this, I see, is from our friend
Miss Parsloe, postmarked Santa Barbara.
Why, she'll be here to-morrow, at that
rate."

"Here's a queer coincidence!" exclaimed
the professor, who had meanwhile opened
his envelope and glanced through the contents.
"The very man I was speaking of,
--Harvey Freeman! Says he is in this
neighborhood, has heard I'm here, and is
coming down to pay me a visit. Methinks
I hear the rolling of the sacred river!"

"But you won't mention it to him,
until----"

"Bless me! Of course not. I'll bring
him over here, in the course of human
events, and you can take a look at him, and
act on your own intuitions. I won't say on
Princess Miriam's, for Harvey is a very fine-