the hoary harshness of his visage.

"I was present at some of those engagements," said he. "They were not
worse than disarming a man who has just fired a revolver in his sleep!"

He flung his cloak upon one of the walnut chairs, and Pocket heard the
pistol inside it rattle against the back; but his attention was distracted
before he had time to resent the forgotten fact of its forcible
confiscation. Under his cloak the doctor had been carrying all this time,
slung by a strap which the boy had noticed across his chest, a
stereoscopic camera without a case. Pocket exclaimed upon it with the
instructed interest of a keen photographer.

"Do you take photographs?" asked Baumgartner, a reciprocal note in his
unemotional voice.

"Rather!" cried the schoolboy, with considerable enthusiasm. "It's the
only thing I have to do instead of playing games. But I haven't got an
instantaneous camera like that. I only wish I had!"

And he looked with longing eyes at the substantial oblong of wood and
black morocco, and duplicate lenses like a pair of spectacles, which the
doctor had set between them on one of the fussy little walnut tables.

THE GLASS EYE

Dr. Baumgartner produced a seasoned meerschaum, carved in the likeness of
a most ferocious face, and put a pinch of dark tobacco through the turban
into the bowl. "You see," said he, "I must have my smoke like you! I
can't do without it either, though what is your misfortune is my own
fault. So you are also a photographer!" he added, as the fumes of a
mixture containing latakia spiced the morning air.

"I am only a beginner," responded Pocket, "but a very keen one."

"You don't merely press the button and let them do the rest?" suggested
the doctor, smiling less coldly under the influence of his pipe.

"Rather not! I develop, print, tone, and all the rest of it; that's half
the fun."

"Plates or films?" inquired Baumgartner, with an approving nod.

"Only plates, I'm afraid; you see, the apparatus is an old one of my
father's."

And honest Pocket was beginning to blush for it, when the other made a
gesture more eloquent and far more foreign than his speech.

"It's none the worse for that," said he. "So far we have much in common,
for I always use plates myself. But what we put upon our plates, there's
the difference, eh?"

"I should imagine so," said Pocket, smiling.

Dr. Baumgartner was smiling too, and still less coldly than before, but
yet dar