d by a massive gate,
which in its turn was also unlocked, revealing an inner chamber in the
midst of which was a glass case.

"My companion reverently uncovered. 'The triumph of my career,' he
murmured. 'The coping-stone of my virtuosity. The cause of my
ennoblement.'

"Before us was the famous wax bust, fresh from the hands of LUC--I mean
LEONARDO.

"'And the early-Victorian waistcoat,' I said, 'which the clumsy fellow
who renovated this bust always stuffed into the Leonardos which he was
called upon to botch--you still have that?"

"'Oh no,' replied the enthusiast hastily, 'we threw that away. Why keep
that? But you can understand," he continued, "why we have taken all the
precautions we have? Whatever else might be lost in any attack on
Berlin--should one be within the bounds of possibility--this must be
saved.'

"'Not only must,' I replied, 'but will be saved. I feel certain that your
plans have been sufficient. England, whatever else she may take from
Berlin, will leave this bust with you.'

"He wrung my hand. 'You hearten me,' he said. 'But now for the return
journey;' and again the bandage was applied."

* * * * *

ILLUSTRATION:

I.

II.

III.

"MORNING, MATE. BIT BREEZY FOR GETTING A LIGHT, AIN'T IT?"

* * * * *

Among other items being produced at the Ambassadors' Theatre by an
Anglo-Franco-Belgian company is "My Lady's Undress." A contemporary
describes this as "a good take-off."

* * * * *

"English submarine after a rude battle drowned the German Ship
Heine."

This is from _The Bahia Blanca Times_ (the only foreign paper we take
in), and shows how the news gets about.

* * * * *

_The Daily News_ quotes the _Berlin Taegliche Rundschau_ as follows:--

"Germany and Holland ... are neighbours of ethnological affinity and
united by numerous commercial and intellectual bombs."

Even the bombs in Germany are cultured.

* * * * *

THE ARREST.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me which is Hunter Street?" said the tall
pleasant-looking man with the slightly foreign aspect.

"Hunter Street," I said, waving a vague hand, "lies over there. It is,"
I continued, fixing him with a stern look, "for constabulary purposes a
chapel-of-ease to Bow Street."

He did not seem in the least perturbed.

"Ah!" he said, "a special co