dent's cabinet.

There were no formidable obstacles to pass. The outer door stood open;
the door of the cabinet was ajar; and there, in a small but very high
apartment, the young man left them once more.

"He will be here immediately," he said with a nod, as he disappeared.

Voices were audible in the cabinet through the folding-doors which
formed one end; and now and then the noise of a champagne cork, followed
by a burst of laughter, intervened among the sounds of conversation. A
single tall window looked out upon the river and the embankment; and by
the disposition of the lights they judged themselves not far from
Charing Cross station. The furniture was scanty, and the coverings worn
to the thread; and there was nothing movable except a hand-bell in the
centre of a round table, and the hats and coats of a considerable party
hung round the wall on pegs.

"What sort of a den is this?" said Geraldine.

"That is what I have come to see," replied the Prince. "If they keep
live devils on the premises, the thing may grow amusing."

Just then the folding-door was opened no more than was necessary for the
passage of a human body; and there entered at the same moment a louder
buzz of talk, and the redoubtable President of the Suicide Club. The
President was a man of fifty or upwards; large and rambling in his gait,
with shaggy side whiskers, a bald top to his head, and a veiled grey
eye, which now and then emitted a twinkle. His mouth, which embraced a
large cigar, he kept continually screwing round and round and from side
to side, as he looked sagaciously and coldly at the strangers. He was
dressed in light tweeds, with his neck very open in a striped shirt
collar; and carried a minute-book under one arm.

"Good-evening," said he, after he had closed the door behind him. "I am
told you wish to speak with me."

"We have a desire, sir, to join the Suicide Club," replied the Colonel.

The President rolled his cigar about in his mouth.

"What is that?" he said abruptly.

"Pardon me," returned the Colonel, "but I believe you are the person
best qualified to give us information on that point."

"I?" cried the President. "A Suicide Club? Come, come! this is a frolic
for All Fools' Day. I can make allowances for gentlemen who get merry
in their liquor; but let there be an end to this."

"Call your club what you will," said the Colonel; "you have some company
behind these doors, and we insist on joining it."

"Sir," r