=Sec. 28.= That any person who wilfully and for profit shall infringe any Copyright secured by this Act, or who shall knowingly and wilfully aid or abet such infringement, shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor, and upon conviction thereof shall be punished by imprisonment for not exceeding one year or by a fine of not less than one hundred dollars, or both, at the discretion of the court. =Sec. 29.= That any person who, with fraudulent intent, shall insert or impress any notice of Copyright required by this Act, or words of the same purport, in or upon any uncopyrighted article, or with fraudulent intent shall remove or alter the copyright notice upon any article duly copyrighted shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, punishable by a fine of not less than one hundred dollars and not more than one thousand dollars. Bird’s Nest SCENE.--_A little low white cottage, approached by a gravel-path which winds up from gray, moss-grown steps at_ L., _flanked by lilac-bushes. A sunken step leads across the tiny pillared porch, twined deep with honeysuckle which, together with the tall, recently-acquired French windows, stands open into the living-room, dark now except for its moonlit shadows._ _At the rise of the curtain there is a moment in which the dark and stillness permeate one; then there is a slight noise overhead, an electric light flashes in the upper hall, and a tallish, youthfully old figure that is_ MARTIN DOAN, _wearing valet’s livery, can be made out, descending the little flight of stairs just inside. As he reaches the bottom, the heavy strokes of the clock in the church tower, faintly visible in the middle-distance, begin to boom out midnight._ MARTIN _pauses, listening. As the strokes proceed, he steps into the open doorway, and peers into the garden._ MARTIN. [_In soft unison with the bells._] Nine--ten--eleven--twelve----! [_Then, snapping the profound quiet which succeeds the ending of the chimes, there is an abrupt movement above stairs, and_ GEORGE SANFORD’S _voice, thick but vibrant with unwonted excitement, calls_. SANFORD. That you, Martin? MARTIN. [_Turning toward the cottage._] Yes, sir. SANFORD. [_Jovially descending the stairs._] Well, well, Martin, what have you got to keep _you_ awake? MARTIN. [_Measuring a conscious distance in his voice._] I hardly know, sir! It was such a night, sir! I was going to bring up the ear-trumpet---- SANFORD.