ade some tarts
All on a summer's day"--

And then he changed his song to--

"Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocketful of rye,
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.

"The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
And along came a blackbird
And nipped off her nose."

And I remembered then why his story had seemed so familiar.

MYSTERY NO. X AND LAST

SHIN SHIRA DISAPPEARS

The day after my little friend had related to me his experiences in the
land of the King and Queen of Hearts, I was surprised to receive a
portmanteau addressed to me, which, on my opening it, I found to contain
the little yellow costume, including the turban with the diamond
ornament, which Shin Shira had always worn.

There was no note enclosed, and I naturally wondered very much what had
occasioned this strange parcel being sent to me.

I had no means of communicating with Shin Shira, and so had to wait with
what patience I could summon for an explanation from him.

I had not long to wait, fortunately, for in the afternoon of the same
day the little fellow burst in upon me, clothed in a frock coat, tall
hat and regulation costume of a gentleman in easy circumstances.

I must say he was not nearly such a picturesque looking person as he had
been in his Oriental dress. He threw himself into a chair and seemed
overflowing with news.

"I've decided to settle down," he said breathlessly. "I didn't tell you
yesterday because my arrangements were not quite completed, but I've
begun now, and I'm going to settle down."

"What _do_ you mean?" I inquired, utterly bewildered by my friend's
abrupt statement.

"Why," he began, "I'm tired of this constant changing from one place to
another; and as I've not had to disappear now for some time, I've come
to the conclusion that the fairies have overlooked the misdeeds of my
ancestors and are going to give me a rest. I've taken a house in the
highly respectable neighbourhood of Russell Square, and I've furnished
it by means of my fairy powers with everything that is necessary;
besides this, I've realised the full value of all my precious stones,
except, of course, that which the dear Princess gave me, and have opened
a banking account. There!" and the little fellow sat back, evidently
feeling quite exhausted by his long speech and vainly searching for his
little fan, which, of course, was not there.

I scarcely knew what to say to