the end of the account, as he had written it in his book, he
had placed the inscription:

ET DIABOLUS INCARNATE EST. ET HOMO FACTUS EST.




III

THE CITY OF RESURRECTIONS



"Herbert! Good God! Is it possible?"

"Yes, my name's Herbert. I think I know your face,
too, but I don't remember your name. My memory is very queer."

"Don't you recollect Villiers of Wadham?"

"So it is, so it is. I beg your pardon, Villiers, I
didn't think I was begging of an old college friend.
Good-night."

"My dear fellow, this haste is unnecessary. My rooms
are close by, but we won't go there just yet. Suppose we walk
up Shaftesbury Avenue a little way? But how in heaven's name
have you come to this pass, Herbert?"