magistrate's clerk
demanded if the case were settled.

To the great relief of the policeman, who was waiting in attendance, Bob
O' Tims spoke up from the spot where he stood.

"Jim hadna stolen my cock after all, sir," he said, "for it came home
the next morning."

"Then what happened to the cock that was brought into court on Tuesday?"
demanded the magistrate's clerk. But nobody seemed to know.

Only, people used to wonder why Widow Gammer almost always gave a
peculiar kind of snort when she spoke of Police Constable X, and why
that worthy officer avoided her cottage ever after, and invariably
turned down a side street if he saw the widow within speaking distance
of him.

VI

PRISONERS IN THE TOWER

An Episode of Travel

By LUCY COPINGER

"IN THE words of Macaulay this, ladies and gentleman, is the saddest
spot on earth." The white-haired old Tower guard in charge of the little
chapel of Saint Peter waved his hand impressively toward the open door.
"Through that door"--the heads of the American tourists who were doing
the Tower all turned in unison--"you may see the block upon which many a
royal head has rested, and beneath these very stones lie buried two
dukes between two queens--Dukes of Northumberland and of Somerset, with
the Queens Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard--all beheaded."

The chapel was a crypt-like place, windowless, dark, and musty, and at
this mournful climax one of the tourists who was nervous moved suddenly
off that particular stone upon which she had been standing; the school
teachers out for self-improvement began to write it all in their
note-books, while a stout matron evidently of good old Dutch stock
looked sadly down at the flat, gray stones. "Poor things!" she murmured,
"and there ain't one of them got a respectable white tombstone with a
wreath carved on it." Then, in their usual two-by-two line, the party
moved down the aisle wearily, but triumphant in the fact that they had
succeeded in doing the Tower, the Abbey, and the Museum all in one day.
Peggy Wynne, in demurely severe blue suit and jaunty panama, lagged at
the end of the line while she looked critically at her compatriots.

"The animals went out two by two,
The elephant and the kangaroo,"

she murmured to herself, "and I'm so tired of playing Noah's Ark or a
Christian Association out for a lark," she continued in unconscious
poetical despair. Then, warned by the attitude of the guard, that
wonderfu