"'And the early-Victorian waistcoat,' I said, 'which the clumsy fellow who renovated this bust always stuffed into the Leonardos which he was called upon to botch--you still have that?" "'Oh no,' replied the enthusiast hastily, 'we threw that away. Why keep that? But you can understand," he continued, "why we have taken all the precautions we have? Whatever else might be lost in any attack on Berlin--should one be within the bounds of possibility--this must be saved.' "'Not only must,' I replied, 'but will be saved. I feel certain that your plans have been sufficient. England, whatever else she may take from Berlin, will leave this bust with you.' "He wrung my hand. 'You hearten me,' he said. 'But now for the return journey;' and again the bandage was applied." * * * * * ILLUSTRATION: I. II. III. "MORNING, MATE. BIT BREEZY FOR GETTING A LIGHT, AIN'T IT?" * * * * * Among other items being produced at the Ambassadors' Theatre by an Anglo-Franco-Belgian company is "My Lady's Undress." A contemporary describes this as "a good take-off." * * * * * "English submarine after a rude battle drowned the German Ship Heine." This is from _The Bahia Blanca Times_ (the only foreign paper we take in), and shows how the news gets about. * * * * * _The Daily News_ quotes the _Berlin Taegliche Rundschau_ as follows:-- "Germany and Holland ... are neighbours of ethnological affinity and united by numerous commercial and intellectual bombs." Even the bombs in Germany are cultured. * * * * * THE ARREST. "Excuse me, but can you tell me which is Hunter Street?" said the tall pleasant-looking man with the slightly foreign aspect. "Hunter Street," I said, waving a vague hand, "lies over there. It is," I continued, fixing him with a stern look, "for constabulary purposes a chapel-of-ease to Bow Street." He did not seem in the least perturbed. "Ah!" he said, "a special constable, I suppose?" I was only going on duty--theoretically I am never off duty--but I am missing no chances. "Yes," I said, "I am. Do you mind telling me, quite between ourselves, you know, whether you are a German spy?" He smiled slightly. "Because if you are," I said, "perhaps you wouldn't mind holding on a minute. The strap of my truncheon has (tug) got fouled (tug) with my (tug) braces." I got it out at last and stroked it lovingly. "I can't start before I'm ready," I said. "Rather neat bit of wood--what? Chose it myself at Bow Street. I take a 13-1/2-ounce racquet, you know." "You seem," he said, "to have given up caring whether I am a German spy or not." "Your mistake," I said; "I was merely gaining time to size you up properly. Better take your pince-nez off. Broken glass is such a nuisance, don't you think?" He ignored the friendly hint. "As a matter of fact," he said, "I _am_ partly German."