"'Yes. He has it in the next room now. Can you not see how it disappeared, Harold? Why, the cat swallowed it!' "'Do you mean to say that the white tabby swallowed the Crimson Diamond?' "'By mistake. She tried to get it out of the velvet bag, and, as the bag was also full of catnip, she could not resist a mouthful, and unfortunately just then you broke in the door and so startled the cat that she swallowed the Crimson Diamond.' "There was a painful pause. At last I said: "'Wilhelmina, as you are able to vanish, I suppose you also are able to converse with cats.' "'I am,' she replied, trying to keep back the tears of mortification. "'And that cat told you this?' "'She did.' "'And my Crimson Diamond is inside that cat?' "'It is.' "'Then,' said I, firmly, 'I am going to chloroform the cat.' "'Harold!' she cried, in terror, 'that cat is your great-aunt!' "I don't know to this day how I stood the shock of that announcement, or how I managed to listen while Wilhelmina tried to explain the transmigration theory, but it was all Chinese to me. I only knew that I was a blood relation of a cat, and the thought nearly drove me mad. "'Try, my darling, try to love her,' whispered Wilhelmina; 'she must be very precious to you--' "'Yes, with my diamond inside her,' I replied, faintly. "'You must not neglect her,' said Wilhelmina. "'Oh no, I'll always have my eye on her--I mean I will surround her with luxury--er, milk and bones and catnip and books--er--does she read?' "'Not the books that human beings read. Now, go and speak to your aunt, Harold.' "'Eh! How the deuce--' "'Go; for my sake try to be cordial.' "She rose and led me unresistingly to the door of my room. "'Good Heavens!' I groaned; 'this is awful.' "'Courage, my darling!' she whispered. 'Be brave for love of me.' "I drew her to me and kissed her. Beads of cold perspiration started in the roots of my hair, but I clenched my teeth and entered the room alone. The room was dark and I stood silent, not knowing where to turn, fearful lest I step on my aunt! Then, through the dreary silence, I called, 'Aunty!' "A faint noise broke upon my ear, and my heart grew sick, but I strode into the darkness, calling, hoarsely: "'Aunt Tabby! It is your nephew!' "Again the faint sound. Something was stirring there among the shadows--a shape moving softly along the wall, a shade which glided by me, paused, wavered, and darted under the bed. Then I threw myself on the floor, profoundly moved, begging, imploring my aunt to come to me. "'Aunty! Aunty!' I murmured. 'Your nephew is waiting to take you to his heart!' "At last I saw my great-aunt's eyes shining in the dark." The young man's voice grew hushed and solemn, and he lifted his hand in silence: "Close the door. That meeting is not for the eyes of the world! Close the door upon that sacred scene where great-aunt and nephew are united at last." * * * * *