"Hem! modest request,—very civil, must say. My head is as 'valuable to me as—yours, for instance." But he followed her to the hall, from which they could pass to the room in the rear. "Your head will be restored in as good a condition as it is now," she explained, with an arch smile. Presently the children saw the old gentleman take his seat in the chair, his long beard distinctly visible through the curtain. "What do you complain of?" they heard the doctor ask. "Liver!" shouted the patient. "Haven't slept a wink for ten years." "Not liver, but conscience,—diseased conscience." This was Miss Howard's voice. "It needs reorganizing, sir. It affects the whole body, sir. I shall begin with the head and cut away all the diseased part until we come to soundness, sir." "Is this the way you treat your patients? I'll not stand it. Cut off my head, indeed!" "Absolute necessity, sir. If you wish to be cured, there must be no delay." "Pretty sight for the public,—man minus head." "My salve, sir, my famous Royal Recuperative Salve, known throughout the world, sir, will make your head grow again in a few hours, sir." "Don't believe a word of such humbug; but cut away; something must be done." The spectators held their breath as they saw the knife cut deep into the flesh, then heard the saw cracking the bone, and, presently, after a terrible groan, the head was severed from the body and thrown to the floor. "Just in time, sir," exclaimed the doctor, cheerfully. "Disease checked in time; heart and lungs, and liver too, all right. Now for the salve!" They saw him rub the neck thoroughly with ointment from a box, and then the patient was carefully moved from the chair. The children remained in their seats awestruck, but the gas was relit and Miss Howard came into the parlor looking particularly smiling. Wonder of wonders. It was scarcely fifteen minutes before the patient appeared, leaning on the arm of the doctor, his head erect and firm as ever. "Miraculous cure," he muttered. "Yes, I'll write an account for your advertising paper. Head all right; little tenderness here, that's all," pointing to his throat. "Then," said Dr. James, laughing heartily, as he took off his false mustache, "I will bid you good day, sir, and wish you joy of your new head." Mr. Lambert threw himself into a chair and went off into convulsions of laughter. "Outdoes the theatre by all odds. Hurrah for the Royal Recuperative Salve to cure diseased consciences! I'll take twenty bottles! Hurrah!" In the mean time Marion took the children behind the curtain and explained to them the method by which these wonders were accomplished. She recalled James, to show them that he only passed his hand down by the side of the throat, when Hepsey, concealed from view, passed to him tumblers, umbrella, etc., all of which, in the shadow, seemed to come from the throat. The decapitated head was made of pasteboard, cut to resemble an old man with a beard.