"Good-bye!" he had just time to call out, before he departed in a little
yellow flicker.

"Hi! Hi!" I heard voices shouting, and looking up to the cliffs I saw
some people waving frantically. "Come up quickly, or you'll be cut off,"
they shouted.

And I hurried along the sands, only just in time, for I had been so
interested in Shin Shira's story that I had not noticed how the tide had
been creeping up. I shall have a good look at that jewel in Shin Shira's
turban next time I see him--and as for "the Bellows," I hardly know
which explanation to accept, Shin Shira's or that of the guide.




MYSTERY NO. III

THE MAGIC CARPET


It was just at the end of the school term, and I had received a letter
from my young cousin Lionel, who was at Marlborough, reminding me of my
promise that he should spend a part at least of his holidays with me.

"Mind you're at the station in time," he had said; "and, I say! please
don't call me Lionel if there are any of our fellows about, it sounds so
kiddish. Just call me Sutcliffe, and I'll call you sir--as you're so
old--like we do the masters. Oh yes! and there's something I want you to
buy for me, very particularly--it's for my study. I've got a study this