_Scene:_ _Next morning at Judge Hallers._ _Dr. Ferrier._ Good morning, Judge. I've come with that other thermometer. I have ventured to tie a piece of string to it, so that in case the--er--temperature goes down again----But what's happened here? You seem all upset. _Hallers._ Burglary. I dropped asleep at my desk here last night, and when I wake up I find that a criminal called The Baron and two accomplices have burgled my house. The Baron escaped, but Heidegg caught the others. _Ferrier._ Extraordinary thing. What theatres have you been to lately? _Hatters._ Only the Garrick. (_Enter_ Heidegg.) Well, anything fresh to report, Inspector? _Heidegg._ Yes, Judge. The prisoners say that you are The Baron. But they say you had a muffler on last night. That might account for our dachshunds missing the scent. _Hallers._ Good heavens, what do you make of this, Doctor? _Ferrier_ (_picking up programme_). Cases showing prevalence of this mental disorder---- _Hallers._ You mean I am a dual personality! (_Covers his face with his hands._) _Ferrier._ Come, come, control yourself. _Hallers_ (_calmly_). It is all right; I am my own man--I mean my own two men again. What shall I do? _Ferrier._ You must wrestle with your second self. I will hypnotise you. (_He glares at him._) _Hallers_ (_after a long pause_). Well, why don't you begin? _Ferrier._ You ass, I'm doing it all the time. This is the latest way.... There! Now then, wrestle! [_A terrible struggle ensues. After what seems about half an hour the Judge, panting heavily, gets The Baron metaphorically down on the mat, and----_ _Ferrier._ Time! (_Replacing his watch._) That will do for to-day. But continue the treatment every morning--say for half an hour before the bath. Good day to you. _Hallers._ Wait a moment; you can't go like this. We must have a proper curtain. Ah, here's my _fiancee_. Would you----Thank you! [_The Doctor leads her to the Judge, who embraces her._ CURTAIN. A. A. M. * * * * * "It was dark, and as he stumbled on his way he called out, 'Are you there, Fritz?' A French soldier with a knowledge of German shouted back, 'Here.'"--_Daily Mail._ At the critical moment his knowledge of German seems to have failed him. * * * * * From the report of the Manchester Medical Officer of Health:-- "An important step forward was taken in 1909, when an Order of the Local Government Board made Tuberculosis of the Lungs obligatory on the Medical Officers of the Poor Law Service; in 1911 a second Order extended the obligation to other Institutions." So far, luckily, the Order has not been extended to journalists. Regarding it, however, from the standpoint of the onlooker, we think that the L. G. B. has gone a little beyond its powers. * * * * * Illustration: WHY HAVE WE NO SUPERMEN LIKE THE GERMANS? HOW THEY MIGHT BRIGHTEN REGENT STREET.