"Mason would seem to be a man of very marked character," I said. "Certainly no fool. And, if his tale is true, Foggatt is no great loss to the world." "Just so--if the tale is true. Personally, I am disposed to believe it is." "Where was the letter posted?" "It wasn't posted. It was handed in with the others from the front door letter-box this morning in an unstamped envelope. He must have dropped it in himself during the night. Paper," Hewitt proceeded, holding it up to the light, "Turkey mill, ruled foolscap. Envelope, blue official shape, Pirie's watermark. Both quite ordinary and no special marks." [Illustration: "TURKEY MILL, RULED FOOLSCAP."] "Where do you suppose he's gone?" "Impossible to guess. Some might think he meant suicide by the expression 'beyond the reach even of your abilities of search,' but I scarcely think he is the sort of man to do that. No, there is no telling. Something may be got by inquiring at his late address, of course; but when such a man tells you he doesn't think you will find him, you may count upon its being a difficult job. His opinion is not to be despised." "What shall you do?" "Put the letter in the box with the casts for the police. _Fiat justitia_, you know, without any question of sentiment. As to the apple--I really think, if the police will let me, I'll make you a present of it. Keep it somewhere as a souvenir of your absolute deficiency in reflective observation in this case, and look at it whenever you feel yourself growing dangerously conceited. It should cure you." This is the history of the withered and almost petrified half-apple that stands in my cabinet among a number of flint implements and one or two rather fine old Roman vessels. Of Mr. Sidney Mason we never heard another word. The police did their best, but he had left not a track behind him. His rooms were left almost undisturbed, and he had gone without anything in the way of elaborate preparation for his journey, and yet without leaving a trace of his intentions. _Beauties:--Children._ [Illustration: Winifred Mary Winter. _From a Photo by Alfred Ellis, 20, Upper Baker Street, N.W._ Katie Martindale. _From a Photo by J. H. Hogg, Kendal._] [Illustration: Phyllis Lott. _From a Photo by J. H. Killick, Holloway Road, N._ Margot Amy Cecil Russell. _From a Photo by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond._ Dorothy & Marjorie Holmes. _From a Photo by Jas. Russell & Sons, Chichester._] _Löie Fuller--The Inventor of the Serpentine Dance._ BY MRS. M. GRIFFITH. [Illustration: LÖIE FULLER'S BIRTHPLACE. _From a Photograph._]