good news indeed, and now my readers know how it came about
that the sensational Spoelstra case was published in London in
pamphlet form (in three successive pamphlets, for the evidence was
found to be too bulky for one) during the war. The first pamphlet
reached Harmony in safety through the post, the second and third,
though duly dispatched, failed to reach their destination, but nobody
at Harmony minded. The great object had been achieved.

Hansie, going to the post one day, took out of her letter-box a small
flat book, addressed to "Mrs. Wentworth, Box 56."

She was about to throw it back into the Post Office, with "_not_ 56"
scribbled on it, when her eyes fell on the English postmark, Tunbridge
Wells, and she stayed her hand in time.

Tunbridge Wells was the address of the brave Englishwoman, the great
pro-Boer, and the package when opened was found to contain a copy of
Methuen's _Peace or War in South Africa_, which was first "devoured"
at Harmony and by other people in Pretoria and was then sent out to
the commandos by the spies, to be read and reread by the burghers
until there was nothing left of it except a few tattered pages.

Soon after the publication of the Spoelstra case there was some
excitement in Pretoria about the appearance in the _Westminster
Gazette_ of a long article on the Irene Concentration Camp. The
writer, who gave each detail with great accuracy, seemed to have
personal knowledge and experience of the Camp, and it was not
surprising that Hansie should have been taxed with it on every side.

The Consuls spoke to her direct, advising her to be more careful of
her facts, and Mr. Cinatti, when she assured him of her innocence (?),
said with huge delight, in his funny, broken English:

"Never mind, my dear little sing, you need not confess to _us_--but
are you good at guessing riddles?"

"Not particularly."

"Well, dis one won't trouble you much. What is dis? It is small and
oblong and white, and it was laid by a hen?"

"An egg," Hansie answered innocently.

He shouted with laughter.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Well, we are just as sure dat Miss van Warmelo wrote dat article. And
if you want to see your work in print I'll bring it round dis very
afternoon."

"I should like very much to see it," she replied.

That afternoon, just before Mr. Cinatti was expected, Gentleman Jim
killed a big snake in his room, and Hansie, thinking to give her
funny friend a fright for misdou