"Who's the Hon. Hugh Lester Maury, of New York?" suddenly demanded the Master, rousing himself from his glum inspection of the Cup. "I mean the man who donated that--that Gold Hat?" "Gold Hat!" echoed the Superintendent, with a chuckle of joy. "Gold Hat! Now you say so, I can't make it look like anything else. A derby, upside down, with four----" "Who's Maury?" insisted the Master. "He's the original Man of Mystery," returned the Superintendent, dropping his voice to exclude the constable. "I wanted to get in touch with him about the delayed set of conditions. I looked him up. That is, I tried to. He is advertised in the premium list, as a New Yorker. You'll remember that, but his name isn't in the New York City Directory or in the New York City telephone book or in the suburban telephone book. He can afford to give a sixteen hundred dollar-cup for charity, but it seems he isn't important enough to get his name in any directory. Funny, isn't it? I asked Glure about him. That's all the good it did me." "You don't mean----?" began the Mistress, excitedly. "I don't mean anything," the Superintendent hurried to forestall her. "I'm paid to take charge of this Show. It's no affair of mine if----" "If Mr. Glure chooses to invent Hugh Lester Maury and make him give a Gold Hat for a collie prize?" suggested the Mistress. "But----" "I didn't say so," denied the superintendent. "And it's none of my business, anyhow. Here's----" "But why should Mr. Glure do such a thing?" asked the Mistress, in wonder. "I never heard of his shrinking coyly behind another name when he wanted to spend money. I don't understand why he----" "Here is the conditions-list for the Maury Specialty Cup," interposed the superintendent with extreme irrelevance, as he handed her a pink slip of paper. "Glance over it." The Mistress took the slip and read aloud for the benefit of the Master who was still glowering at the Gold Hat: "_Conditions of Contest for Hugh Lester Maury Gold Cup:_ "'_First.--No collie shall be eligible that has not already taken at least one blue ribbon at a licensed American or British Kennel Club Show._'" "That single clause has barred out eleven of the sixteen entrants," commented the Superintendent. "You see, most of the dogs at these local Shows are pets, and hardly any of them have been to Madison Square Garden or to any of the other A. K. C. shows. The few that have been to them seldom got a Blue." "Lad did!" exclaimed the Mistress joyfully. "He took two Blues at the Garden last year; and then, you remember, it was so horrible for him there we broke the rules and brought him home without waiting for----" "I know," said the Superintendent, "but read the rest." "'_Second_,'" read the Mistress. "'_Each contestant must have a certified five-generation pedigree, containing the names of at least ten champions._' Lad had twelve in his pedigree," she added, "and it's certified."