Then for the first time since her malady I saw Philippa blushing! Her long curved eyelashes hid her eyes, which presumably were also pink, but certainly my mother's broad pleasantry had called a tell-tale blush to the cheek of the young person.

   As we drew near Folkestone I remembered the letter, but the sight of the Roding postmark induced me to defer opening it till we should be on board the steamer. When Philippa was battling with the agonies of the voyage, then, undisturbed, I might ascertain what Mrs. Thompson (for it was sure to be Mrs. Thompson) had to say.

   We were now on board. Philippa and my mother fled to the depths of the saloon, and I opened the fateful missive. It began without any conventional formalities, and the very first words blanched a cheek already pale.

   'I see yer!'

   This strange epistle commenced:—

   '

    I

   know why Sir Runan never reached my house. I know the reason (it was only too obvious) for

    her

   strange, excited state. I know how he met the death he deserved.

   'I never had the pluck. None of the rest of us ever had the pluck. We all swore we'd swing for him as, one after another, he wedded and deserted us. The Two-headed Nightingale swore it, and the Missing Link, and the Spotted Girl, and the Strong Woman who used to double up horseshoes. Now she doubles up her perambulator with her children in it, but she never doubled up him.

   'As to your sister, tell her from me that she is all right. She has made herself his widow, she is the Dowager Lady Errand.

   'The fact is,

    the Live Mermaid was never alive at all!

   She was a put-up thing of waxwork and a stuffed

    salmo ferox

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