ckens are you? Kids or dwarfs or what?"

"Never mind what we are, cabby; get us out of here somehow, and drive us
home to Kensington Square, and I'll give you a sovereign."

"Will you, though?" said the cabby. "Well, I'm gaun to do it, but the
question is--how? I'll go and knock up the park keeper."

"No, no, don't do that!" I said hastily. "He'll want such a lot of
explanations, and we're wet and uncomfortable and anxious to get home.
Do please try and think of some way of getting us out without having to
call him."

Our cabby was a man of resource, for having considered for a moment, he
backed the horse close against the gate, stood on the top and lowered
the horse's nosebag by means of a long rope which he kept by him in case
of emergencies, and cried--

"Now then, get in there, one at a time, and I'll soon have you over
here."

Lionel got in first, and as the cabby had said, was easily hauled up and
deposited on the top of the cab.

I followed, and in a very short space of time we were both inside the
cab and rattling home at a good pace.

I got the cabby to knock at the door, and Mrs. Putchy, to whom I quickly
explained everything, gave him a sovereign for me. In a very few minutes
Lionel and I were warm and comfortable each in our respective beds.

In the morning we had both grown to our original sizes, and the
adventure of the day before was nothing but a memory.

MYSTERY NO. VI

SHIN SHIRA AND THE DIAMOND

I was exceedingly surprised a few weeks after our latest adventure with
the little Yellow Dwarf to receive the following extraordinary letter
from him. It was dated from Baghdad, and bore two very unusual postage
stamps, which Lionel promptly claimed for his collection.

"Kind and obliging Sir," it began, "I am in great and serious
trouble and in danger of my life, and I appeal to you to come to
my assistance by the first boat. I will explain everything when
we meet, but kindly do not delay, as everything depends upon your
presence here.

"Again beseeching you not to delay,
"Your miserable and much-afflicted friend,
"SHIN SHIRA SCARAMANGA MANOUSA
YAMA HAWA.

"P.S.--Inquire for me at the State Prison, Baghdad."

"Well!" I exclaimed, after perusing this remarkable epistle, "of all the
extraordinary requests I have ever received this is the strangest. This
man, whom I have only met at the mo