"Do as I say, or I shall ask you to return the letter to me." I rushed off toward the letter-box, drew down the lid, and deposited the letter--my letter. When I turned she was running up the steps, and a second later she had disappeared. I hadn't been so happy in all my life! Cabby waited at the curb. Suddenly I became conscious that I was holding something in my hand. It was the benevolent old gentleman's stovepipe hat! I pushed the button: pushed it good and hard. Presently I heard a window open cautiously. "What is it?" asked a querulous voice. "Mr. Chittenden?" "Yes." "Well, here's your hat!" I cried. * * * * * * Transcriber's note: A Table of Contents has been added.