10 P.M.--Have again stated the whole of my case "fully." They think if I am prepared to pay up pretty freely, they can help me, and recommend, as a preliminary step, the despatch of ten Detectives, two each respectively to Clapham Junction, Herne Bay, Margate, Gravesend and Tooting Common. Pull out my cheque-book and arrange for this at a handsome figure. Pass the night myself in company with an eleventh Detective, in going over second-hand furniture establishments in the Mile End Road, with a search-warrant, in the hopes of coming across my dining-room sideboard and umbrella-stand, but to no purpose. 10 A.M. (_Next Morning_).--None of my missing property recovered, and nothing more heard of any of it. The ten Detectives, however, return from Clapham Junction, Herne Bay, Margate, Gravesend and Tooting Common, each having arrested respectively, three people, answering vaguely the description given by me of some of my servants. The whole thirty are brought to my house at Bayswater, for "identification," but as they contain among their number a Rural Dean, two M.P.'s. a Dowager Duchess, a Major-General in the Army, a celebrated Medical Man, and a popular Author, and as all are furious at what they call "a gross infringement of their liberty," I am not likely, I fear, to hear the last of it. However, let me hope, they'll do, as I have done, and call in the Police to help them. As for me, my only chance of redress seems to be to write to the papers. So--here goes! * * * * * SIGNS OF THE SEASON. (_By a West-End Shopkeeper._) The voice of the horse-dealer's heard in the land, The Season, it says, will be full, gay, and grand; He is happy, and gives the most hopeful accounts. Well, the horse-dealer rises by virtue of "mounts," The thing in mid-March to keep hope well alive Was the prospect, in June, of a jolly full Drive, The wiseacres Long-Acre stir with delight. And oh! don't we hope the wiseacres are right! * * * * * TWO HEADS NOT BETTER THAN ONE! There is not the slightest truth in the report that the following short story, said to have been written by MM. ERCKMANN and CHATRIAN _since_ their quarrel, will be more fully developed before republication. MOSCOW! _Note._--This title is believed to have been furnished by M. ERCKMANN, but will probably be changed to _The Baby's Niece_, by M. CHATRIAN. CHAPTER I. (_By M. E._) NAPOLEON regarded the burning town with a feeling of dismay. He had counted upon the ancient Russian capital as a basis of support when the time should come to retire. As he looked at the fire, luridly reflected in the snow, MARIE approached him and fell upon her knees. "Sire!" she cried, "A boon! I ask you to save KOSMOF! I beg of you my lover's life!"