"My dear," Basil amidst all his trouble turned to catch her in his arms, "I am sure that with such a darling as you are for my wife everything is entirely feasible and possible. If the emerald of Amyas Colpster brought luck to no one, it certainly has done so to me. And now let us drive to Hendle and catch the evening train to London. To-morrow we must get married." "It seems heartless when your uncle is just dead," sighed Patricia, "but I have no home to go to, and no one but you." "You shall stay at The Home of Art, and when I marry you, my dear, Mrs. Sellars shall be the bridesmaid. Come, my darling!" The sound of a gun stopped them before they could take a single step towards the new life, which spread out so brightly before them. They turned to see _The Miko_ standing out to sea, with the black smoke pouring from her funnel. As they waved their handkerchiefs, the yacht dipped her ensign, and fired a second gun. Then they saw her turn her nose seaward and steam direct for Japan. And the boat was carrying the Mikado Jewel, after it had fulfilled its mission in the West, back to its shrine in the Temple of Kitzuki, in the Province of Izumo. FINIS. ------------------------------------------------------ _Printed at The Chapel River Press, Kingston, Surrey_. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mikado Jewel, by Fergus Hume