"Here's a pretty little thing," Johnson Boller pursued in his very gentlest voice. "This is awful pretty. Listen: "Master of human destinies am I; Fame, love and fortune on----" Here he ceased abruptly. He shrieked gleefully, did Johnson Boller, and ducked almost down to the floor. This was as well, because Anthony's little blue vase, for which he had paid sixty dollars in Canton, had splintered on the wall, just where Johnson Boller's head had been! THE END.