it out of his hands and blew it completely away.
There was a great outcry as the men realised that Pinac's overcoat had
blown away and was lost. It was only when Jenny brought up the missing
article, which had fallen into the street below, that their excitement
was allayed. Von Barwig made no further effort to mend the skylight.

A little later, after the men had gone out to their respective
engagements, Jenny found Von Barwig busily engaged in packing his last
few remaining possessions into the little old-fashioned portmanteau
which he had brought over from Leipsic with him. He had pulled it out
into the hallway, as his room was too small for him to pack comfortably.

"I've packed all your other things away. Everything is ready now,"
said Jenny in a low voice.

The old man nodded and patted her hand as if to thank her for all her
goodness.

"Have you told them?" she asked.

"No," replied Von Barwig sadly; "I can't, I haven't the courage. I
can't stand parting; I shall write them."

Jenny was so filled with emotion that she could hardly speak. "You
told _me_," she said after a while.

"Yes, you are the only one that could understand. I had to tell you,
Jenny! I can't go like a thief in the night without letting some one
know. You will tell them that I had to go, that there was nothing else
to do. Explain for me; you will do that, won't you? Don't let them
think that I--I didn't care."

Jenny nodded. Tears were running down her cheeks. "And you never
found the baby, the lost little girl you came over to find; the baby
that is now a young lady?"

"Ja, I go back without her," said Von Barwig, avoiding the question.
"That is our secret, eh, little friend? You will never speak of it,
never tell a soul, eh? And you write to me, you tell me all the news
of the neighbourhood. Let me know how the poor pupils get on without
their old music master. Here, Jenny! here is money for stamps."

The girl shook her head. "No, no!" she cried, "not that!"

"Hush! Money for stamps for the little letters, about the little
pupils," and Von Barwig pressed a bill into her hand.

"Any one on these woiks?" bellowed a loud, deep bass voice from below.

Von Barwig started as he recognised the voice of Mr. Al Costello. "I
see you again before I go, Jenny," he said quickly as the portly person
of the Museum manager emerged up the stairway. He carried a large
newspaper parcel in his hands. Jenny looked in amazement