this end Simpson, now the butler of the "Banker's Folly," was
especially assigned to wait upon the austere "Prince Djiddin" as his
"body servant." Only one visit of state was exchanged between "Prince
Djiddin" and General Wragge, Her Majesty's Commander of the Channel
Islands. The "Moonshee," with a sober dignity, had interpreted for the
British Commander of the Manche, and in due state, a return visite de
ceremonie to General Wagge's mansion and headquarters strangely found
Captain Anson Anstruther, A.D.C. of the Viceroy of India, a pilgrim to
St. Heliers, to arrange secretly for "Prince Djiddin's" safe conduct and
return to Thibet. The curious society crowd and St. Heliers's beautiful
women envied Captain Anstruther his three hours conference with the
"Asiatic lion."

By day, in the vaulted library, Andrew Fraser pored over the weird
stories of Runjeet Singh, of Aurung zebe, of King Dharma, and the
Cashmerian priest who came with Buddha's first message to Thibet! The
story of the marvelous royal babe found floating in the Ganges, in a
copper box, a century before Christ, the tales of the "Konchogsum," the
"Buddha jewel," the "doctrine jewel," and the "priesthood jewel" fed the
burning fever of old Fraser's senile mind. He now felt that he lived but
only in the past. At night, he labored alone till the wee sma' hours,
depositing his precious manuscript in a secret hiding-place, where he
now scarcely glanced at the "insured packet," which had been such a
dangerous legacy of his dead brother. He had forgotten all his daily
life and even his fears for the future in the fierce exultation of
concealing his strangely gotten Thibetan lore from his rival, Alaric
Hobbs.

"A remarkable mind," growled old Fraser, "but a Yankee--and so
untrustworthy." At last, unwillingly, with a quaking heart, lest Prince
Djiddin should decamp in his absence, he obeyed an imperative legal
summons and proceeded to London with Nadine Johnstone, leaving his house
under the charge of that sphinx-eyed Scottish spinster, Janet Fairbarn.

To the "Moonshee," and to the rubicund veteran Simpson, the departing
Andrew Fraser said solemnly, "The Prince is to be the master here until
my return." With a joyous heart the London sewing girl embarked as Miss
Johnstone's one personal attendant, forgetful of her devoted lover,
Joseph Smith, who had temporarily disappeared, gone over to France "on
business." For she was herself going back to the dear delights of