probably in New York at this very moment. Where? Let me first find
Clive Richmond, and I must be quick about it, for once the secret
of the theft got out the detectives would not be long in rounding
up the various purchasers of those wonderfully accurate copies.
This morning the cable brought the news, and at dinner-time Mr.
Blake's card was presented to me. Quick work, Mr. Blake; I
congratulate you.

"Here is the letter that I received just before we left my house;
you remember that it had come in the evening mail and been
overlooked. I will read it.

"'DEAR INDIMAN,--There's more in the art business than can be
squeezed out of a color tube, isn't there? But I have the secret
now; it was given me by Lely himself--no less. What a pity it is
that I shan't have the chance to use it, but you and the
cognoscenti can fight it out together. You might bury me decently
if you like; you ought to be willing to do that much, seeing that
your critical pronouncements have been so amply vindicated.

C. R.

"'P. S.--My secret? But on second thought I will take it with me.'"

St. John's Park and the streets fronting upon it was once a
fashionable quarter of the town. Now a hideous railway freight
station occupies the former park area, and the old-time residences,
with their curiously wrought-iron stoop-railings and graceful fan-
lights, have been degraded to the base uses of a tenement
population. Only the quaint chapel of St. John has survived the