On the evening of January the 14th, at half-past eight, Mr. Frewin had a third paralytic seizure, from which he never recovered. His valet, Kennet, and his two nurses were with him at the time, and Mrs. Frewin, quickly apprised of the terrible event, flew to his bedside, whilst the motor was at once despatched for the doctor. About an hour or two later the dying man seemed to rally somewhat, but he appeared very restless and agitated, and his eyes were roaming anxiously about the room. “I expect it is his precious miniatures he wants,” said Nurse Dawson. “He is always quiet when he can play with them.” She reached for the large, leather case which contained the priceless art treasures, and, opening it, placed it on the bed beside the patient. Mr. Frewin, however, was obviously too near death to care even for his favourite toy. He fingered the miniatures with trembling hands for a few moments, and then sank back exhausted on the pillows. “He is dying,” said the doctor quietly, turning to Mrs. Frewin. “I have something to say to him,” she then said. “Can I remain alone with him for a few minutes?” “Certainly,” said the doctor, as he himself discreetly retired; “but I think one of the nurses had better remain within earshot.” Nurse Dawson, it appeared, remained within earshot to some purpose, for she overheard what Mrs. Frewin was saying to her dying husband. “It is about Lionel--your only son,” she said. “Can you understand what I say?” The sick man nodded. “You remember that he is in Brighton, staying with Alicia. I can go and fetch him in the motor if you will consent to see him.” Again the dying man nodded. I suppose Mrs. Frewin took this to mean acquiescence, for the next moment she rang for John Chipps, the butler, and gave him instructions to order her motor at once. She then kissed the patient on the forehead and prepared to leave the room; but just before she did so, her eyes lighted on the case of miniatures, and she said to Kennet, the valet: “Give these to Chipps, and tell him to put them in the library.” She then went to put on her furs preparatory to going out. When she was quite ready she met Chipps on the landing, who had just come up to tell her that the motor was at the door. He had in his hand the case of miniatures which Kennet had given him. “Put the case on the library table, Chipps, when you go down,” she said. “Yes, madam,” he replied. He followed her downstairs, then slipped into the library, put the case on the table as he had been directed, after which he saw his mistress into the motor, and finally closed the front door. 2