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Mazer v. Stein, 347 U.S Court Filing, retrieved on September 27, 2023, is part of . You can jump to any part in this filing . This part is 3 of 3. HackerNoon’s Legal PDF Series here Opinion of DOUGLAS, J Opinion of MR. JUSTICE DOUGLAS, in which MR. JUSTICE BLACK concurs. An important constitutional question underlies this case-a question which was stirred on oral argument but not treated in the briefs. It is whether these statuettes of dancing figures may be copyrighted. Congress has provided that "works of art," "models or designs for works of art," and "reproductions of a work of art" may be copyrighted (17 U. S. C. § 5); and the Court holds that these statuettes are included in the words "works of art." But may statuettes be granted the monopoly of the copyright? Article I, § 8 of the Constitution grants Congress the power "To promote the Progress of Science and Useful Arts, 1y securing for limited Times to Authors . . . the exclusive Right to their respective Writings .. " The power is thus circumscribed: it allows a monopoly to be granted only to "authors" for their "writings." Is a sculptor an "author" and is his statue a "writing" within the meaning of the Constitution? We have never decided the question. 111 U. S. 53, held that a photograph could be copyrighted. Burrow-Giles Lithographic Co. v. Sarony, o., 188 U. S. 239, held that chromolithographs to be used as adverti§ements for a circus were "pictorial illustrations" within the meaning of the copyright laws. Broad language was used in the latter case, ". . . a very modest grade of art has in it something irreducible, which is one man's alone. That something he may copyright unless there is a restriction in the* words of the act." 188 U. S., at 250. But the constitutional range of the meaning of "writings" in the field of art was not in issue either in the Bleistein case nor in , 344 U. S. 228, recently here on a writ of certiorari limited to a question of damages: Bleistein v. Donaldson Lithographing C Woolworth Co. v. Contemporary Arts At times the Court has on its own initiative considered and decided constitutional issues not raised, argued, or briefed by the parties. Such, for example, was the case of 294 U. S. 648, 667, in which the Court decided the constitutionality of § 77 of the Bankruptcy Act though the question was not noticed by any party. We could do the same here and decide the question here and now. This case, however, is not a pressing one, there being no urgency for a decision. Moreover the constitutional materials are quite meager (see Fenning, The Origin of the Patent and Copyright Clause of the Constitution,, 17 Geo. L. J. 109 (1929)); and much research is needed. Continental Bank v. Rock Island R. Co., The interests involved in the category of "works of art," as used in the copyright law, are considerable. The Copyright Office has supplied us with a long list of such articles which have been copyrighted-statuettes, book ends, clocks, lamps, door knockers, candlesticks, inkstands, chandeliers, piggy banks, sundials, salt and pepper shakers, fish bowls, casseroles, and ash trays. Perhaps these are all "writings" in the constitutional sense. But to me, at least, they are not obviously so. It is time that we came to the problem full face. I would accordingly put the case down for reargument. About HackerNoon Legal PDF Series: We bring you the most important technical and insightful public domain court case filings. This court case No. 228 retrieved on September 27, 2023, from is part of the public domain. The court-created documents are works of the federal government, and under copyright law, are automatically placed in the public domain and may be shared without legal restriction. tile.loc.gov

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Common Sense Applied to Religion; Or, The Bible and the People by Catharine Esther Beecher, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . KNOWLEDGE GAINED BY REASON AND EXPERIENCE ALONE CONCERNING THE EXISTENCE, CHARACTER, AND DESIGNS OF THE CREATOR. here CHAPTER VI. KNOWLEDGE GAINED BY REASON AND EXPERIENCE ALONE CONCERNING THE EXISTENCE, CHARACTER, AND DESIGNS OF THE CREATOR. We have shown that, in regard to our Creator, his character and designs, without a revelation, we have nothing to guide us but the intuitive truths, and the deductions obtained by their aid from human experience. We will now inquire as to the amount of knowledge to be secured from these sources. By the aid of the first intuitive truth, we arrive at the knowledge of some great First Cause or causes, existing without beginning, who created the universe of matter and mind; yet, as has been shown, we are not, by this first principle, enabled to infer any thing as to the or of such cause or causes. For aught that this intuitive truth indicates, there may have been a plurality of eternal and self-existent minds, who acted in unity at the creation of all things. Neither can we, by the aid of this truth, arrive at any conclusion as to the character and designs of the author or authors of all created things. unity plurality It is by the aid of the fourth intuitive truth that we deduce whatever can be known of the character and designs of the Creator. This truth teaches us that "design is evidence of an intelligent cause, and that the nature of a design proves the intention and character of the author." The works of Nature, both of mind and matter, are full of evidence of design, and from this we infer that the Creator is an cause. intelligent The infinite variety and extent of creation are evidences of the wonderful of their Author. The fact that all the contrivances of matter and mind are clearly designed to produce enjoyment, while pain is merely the result of a violation of laws which, if obeyed, would secure only happiness—this is evidence of the of the Creator. power benevolence The skill with which all things are formed and combined to secure the ends designed are proofs of the of the Creator. wisdom Thus, by aid of the fourth intuitive truth, and the world of mind and matter around us, we obtain the result that the Author of Nature is . powerful, benevolent, and wise But in regard to the use of the word , as applied to the Creator, one distinction is important. There are things which are contradictory and impossible in the nature of things, so that no one can conceive of them as possible. Thus, to create and not to create at the same time, or to make a mind that is a free agent and at the same time not a free agent, but controlled in volitions by fixed causation as matter is—these and many other things are contradictions or impossibilities. power Now when we say that the Creator can not do these things, we do not limit his power, for almighty power signifies simply and only a power to do all things that are not contradictions and thus absurdities. This being premised, we are obliged to infer from the history of our race that the Creator, in regard to the existence of evil, is limited either in power, or in benevolence, or in the nature of things. We arrive at this conclusion thus: We see that evils and suffering, multitudinous and terrific, do exist, and have existed in all ages. In reference to this, only these suppositions are conceivable: the first is, that the Creator is perfectly benevolent, and that a better system, with all the existing good and none of the evil, is conceivable and possible in the nature of things, yet that he to produce and sustain it. had not the power The second supposition is, that the Creator has the power to produce and sustain a wiser and better system, in which there shall be all the good and none of the evil in the existing one, and yet that he do it. This either involves the supposition of a purely malignant being, who enjoys witnessing needless and awful suffering, and prefers it to happiness, or of one who is, like human beings, of a mixed character, and allows evil to exist when self-denying efforts might prevent it. would not All the minds of whom we have had any knowledge, although, where their own ease and pleasure are not to be sacrificed, they prefer to make others around them happy, yet ever exhibit a selfish spirit. They all show that they think and plan more for their own private enjoyment than for the general happiness, and thus, to a greater or less extent, are selfish. Reasoning from experience, then, we should infer that the Creator might be of the same character. The third supposition is, that the Creator has instituted the , so that there is and will be the MOST POSSIBLE GOOD WITH THE LEAST POSSIBLE EVIL. best system possible in the nature of things We come, then, to the inquiry as to the or of the Creator in forming the universe of mind and matter. end design To answer this, we must again refer to the fourth intuitive truth, viz., "the nature of a contrivance is proof of the intention or design of the author." This position is illustrated in many cases in common life. If we find a contrivance which moves the air toward a fire and thus increases the flame, we infer that the author intended to produce this result. If we find a contrivance to show the time of day, such as a sun-dial or clock, we can not help believing that the author intended to secure this end. Moreover, when we find a curious machine, where every part is arranged on a given design, we naturally inquire to produce the intended result. It may have wheels that, if turned one way, produce the end designed, but, if turned another way, produce exactly the opposite effect. how it must be worked For example, if the wheels of a mill are arranged aright, or as the author designed, they will grind flour or weave cotton; but if arranged and worked contrary to the design of the author, they will break themselves to pieces and destroy all things around them. Two inquiries, then, are to be made in reference to the design of the Creator. The first is, What was the end or design for which he made all things? and the second is, What is the right and true method by which this design can be secured? We shall assume, and attempt to prove in what follows, that the design and ultimate end of the Creator in all his works is . to produce the greatest possible happiness with the least possible evil Afterward will be exhibited the for securing this end, so far as we can learn it by reason and experience . true and right method without a revelation In pursuing this plan, the first step will be to exhibit the constitution and laws of mind, as the chief and most wonderful exhibition of the grand design of its Author. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Catharine Esther Beecher (2017). Common Sense Applied to Religion; Or, The Bible and the People. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/55531/pg55531-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . Further Explanations XXIX. Further Explanations “You owe us an explanation, I think, Mr. Cade,” said Herman Isaacstein, somewhat later in the evening. “There’s nothing much to explain,” said Anthony modestly. “I went to Dover and Fish followed me under the impression that I was King Victor. We found a mysterious stranger imprisoned there, and as soon as we heard his story we knew where we were. The same idea again, you see. The real man kidnapped, and the false one—in this case King Victor himself—takes his place. But it seems that Battle here always thought there was something fishy about his French colleague, and wired to Paris for his fingerprints and other means of identification.” “Ah!” cried the Baron. “The fingerprints. The Bertillon measurements that that scoundrel talked about?” “It was a clever idea,” said Anthony. “I admired it so much that I felt forced to play up. Besides, my doing so puzzled the false Lemoine enormously. You see, as soon as I had given the tip about the ‘rows’ and where the jewel really was, he was keen to pass on the news to his accomplice, and at the same time to keep us all in that room. The note was really to Mademoiselle Brun. He told Tredwell to deliver it at once, and Tredwell did so by taking it upstairs to the schoolroom. Lemoine accused me of being King Victor, by that means creating a diversion and preventing anyone from leaving the room. By the time all that had been cleared up and we adjourned to the library to look for the stone, he flattered himself that the stone would be no longer there to find!” George cleared his throat. “I must say, Mr. Cade,” he said pompously, “that I consider your action in that matter highly reprehensible. If the slightest hitch had occurred in your plans, one of our national possessions might have disappeared beyond the hope of recovery. It was foolhardy, Mr. Cade, reprehensibly foolhardy.” “I guess you haven’t tumbled to the little idea, Mr. Lomax,” said the drawling voice of Mr. Fish. “That historic diamond was never behind the books in the library.” “Never?” “Not on your life.” “You see,” explained Anthony, “that little device of Count Stylptitch’s stood for what it had originally stood for—a Rose. When that dawned upon me on Monday afternoon, I went straight to the Rose Garden. Mr. Fish had already tumbled to the same idea. If, standing with your back to the sundial, you take seven paces straight forward, then eight to the left and three to the right, you come to some bushes of a bright red rose called Richmond. The house has been ransacked to find the hiding-place, but nobody has thought of digging in the garden. I suggest a little digging party to-morrow morning.” “Then the story about the books in the library—” “An invention of mine to trap the lady. Mr. Fish kept watch on the terrace, and whistled when the psychological moment had arrived. I may say that Mr. Fish and I established martial law at the Dover house, and prevented the Comrades from communicating with the false Lemoine. He sent them an order to clear out, and word was conveyed to him that this had been done. So he went happily ahead with his plans for denouncing me.” “Well, well,” said Lord Caterham cheerfully, “everything seems to have been cleared up most satisfactorily.” “Everything but one thing,” said Mr. Isaacstein. “What is that?” The great financier looked steadily at Anthony. “What did you get me down here for? Just to assist at a dramatic scene as an interested onlooker.” Anthony shook his head. “No, Mr. Isaacstein. You are a busy man whose time is money. Why did you come down here originally?” “To negotiate a loan.” “With whom?” “Prince Michael of Herzoslovakia.” “Exactly. Prince Michael is dead. Are you prepared to offer the same loan on the same terms to his cousin Nicholas?” “Can you produce him? I thought he was killed in the Congo?” “He was killed all right. I killed him. Oh, no, I’m not a murderer. When I say I killed him, I mean that I spread the report of his death. I promised you a Prince, Mr. Isaacstein. Will I do?” “You?” “Yes, I’m the man. Nicholas Sergius Alexander Ferdinand Obolovitch. Rather long for the kind of life I proposed to live, so I emerged from the Congo as plain Anthony Cade.” Little Captain Andrassy sprang up. “But this is incredible—incredible,” he spluttered. “Have a care, sir, what you say.” “I can give you plenty of proofs,” said Anthony quietly. “I think I shall be able to convince the Baron here.” The Baron lifted his hand. “Your proofs I will examine, yes. But of them for me there is no need. Your word alone sufficient for me is. Besides, your English mother you much resemble. All along have I said: ‘This young man on one side or the other most highly born is’.” “You have always trusted my word, Baron,” said Anthony. “I can assure you that in the days to come I shall not forget.” Then he looked over at Superintendent Battle whose face had remained perfectly expressionless. “You can understand,” said Anthony with a smile, “that my position has been extremely precarious. Of all those in the house I might be supposed to have the best reason for wishing Michael Obolovitch out of the way, since I was the next heir to the Throne. I’ve been extraordinarily afraid of Battle all along. I always felt that he suspected me, but that he was held up by lack of motive.” “I never believed for a minute that you’d shot him, sir,” said Superintendent Battle. “We’ve got a feeling in such matters. But I knew that you were afraid of something, and you puzzled me. If I’d known sooner who you really were, I dare say I’d have yielded to the evidence, and arrested you.” “I’m glad I managed to keep one guilty secret from you. You wormed everything else out of me all right. You’re a damned good man at your job, Battle. I shall always think of Scotland Yard with respect.” “Most amazing,” muttered George. “Most amazing story I ever heard. I—I can really hardly believe it. You are quite sure, Baron, that——” “My dear Mr. Lomax,” said Anthony, with a slight hardness in his tone, “I have no intention of asking the British Foreign Office to support my claim without bringing forward the most convincing documentary evidence. I suggest that we adjourn now, and that you, the Baron, Mr. Isaacstein and myself discuss the terms of the proposed loan.” The Baron rose to his feet, and clicked his heels together. “It will be the proudest moment of my life, sir,” he said solemnly, “when I see you King of Herzoslovakia.” “Oh, by the way, Baron,” said Anthony carelessly, slipping his hand through the other’s arm, “I forgot to tell you. There’s a string tied to this. I’m married, you know.” The Baron retreated a step or two. Dismay overspread his countenance. “Something wrong I knew there would be,” he boomed. “Merciful God in Heaven! He has married a black woman in Africa!” “Come, come, it’s not so bad as all that,” said Anthony, laughing. “She’s white enough—white all through, bless her.” “Good. A respectable morganatic affair it can be, then.” “Not a bit of it. She’s to play Queen to my King. It’s no use shaking your head. She’s fully qualified for the post. She’s the daughter of an English peer who dates back to the time of the Conqueror. It’s very fashionable just now for Royalties to marry into the aristocracy—and she knows something of Herzoslovakia.” “My God!” cried George Lomax, startled out of his usual careful speech. “Not—not—Virginia Revel?” “Yes,” said Anthony. “Virginia Revel.” “My dear fellow,” cried Lord Caterham, “I mean—sir, I congratulate you, I do indeed. A delightful creature.” “Thank you, Lord Caterham,” said Anthony. “She’s all you say and more.” But Mr. Isaacstein was regarding him curiously. “You’ll excuse my asking your Highness, but when did this marriage take place?” Anthony smiled back at him. “As a matter of fact,” he said, “I married her this morning.” About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Agatha Christie (1998). The Secret of Chimneys. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. 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The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . Encounter in the Rose Garden XXIII. Encounter in the Rose Garden At 2.30 a little party met together in the Council Chamber: Bundle, Virginia, Superintendent Battle, M. Lemoine and Anthony Cade. “No good waiting until we can get hold of Mr. Lomax,” said Battle. “This is the kind of business one wants to get on with quickly.” “If you’ve got any idea that Prince Michael was murdered by some one who got in this way, you’re wrong,” said Bundle. “It can’t be done. The other end’s blocked completely.” “There is no question of that, milady,” said Lemoine quickly. “It is quite a different search that we make.” “Looking for something, are you?” asked Bundle quickly. “Not the historic what-not, by any chance?” Lemoine looked puzzled. “Explain yourself, Bundle,” said Virginia encouragingly. “You can when you try.” “The thingummybob,” said Bundle. “The historic diamond of purple princes that was pinched in the dark ages before I grew to years of discretion.” “Who told you this, Lady Eileen?” asked Battle. “I’ve always known. One of the footmen told me when I was twelve years old.” “A footman,” said Battle. “Lord! I’d like Mr. Lomax to have heard that!” “Is it one of George’s closely guarded secrets?” asked Bundle. “How perfectly screaming! I never really thought it was true. George always was an ass—he must know that servants always know everything.” She went across to the Holbein portrait, touched a spring concealed somewhere at the side of it, and immediately, with a creaking noise, a section of the panelling swung inward, revealing a dark opening. “Entrez, Messieurs et Mesdames,” said Bundle dramatically. “Walk up, walk up, dearies. Best show of the season, and only a tanner.” Both Lemoine and Battle were provided with torches. They entered the dark aperture first, the others close on their heels. “Air’s nice and fresh,” remarked Battle. “Must be ventilated somehow.” He walked on ahead. The floor was of rough uneven stone, but the walls were bricked. As Bundle had said, the passage extended for a bare hundred yards. Then it came to an abrupt end with a fallen heap of masonry. Battle satisfied himself that there was no way of egress beyond, and then spoke over his shoulder. “We’ll go back, if you please. I wanted just to spy out the land, so to speak.” In a few minutes they were back again at the panelled entrance. “We’ll start from here,” said Battle. “Seven straight, eight left, three right. Take the first as paces.” He paced seven steps carefully, and bending down examined the ground. “About right, I should fancy. At one time or another, there’s been a chalk mark made here. Now then, eight left. That’s not paces, the passage is only wide enough to go Indian file anyway.” “Say it in bricks,” suggested Anthony. “Quite right, Mr. Cade. Eight bricks from the bottom or the top on the left-hand side. Try from the bottom first—it’s easier.” He counted up eight bricks. “Now three to the right of that. One, two, three—Hullo—— Hullo, what’s this?” “I shall scream in a minute,” said Bundle, “I know I shall. What is it?” Superintendent Battle was working at the brick with the point of his knife. His practised eye had quickly seen that this particular brick was different from the rest. A minute or two’s work, and he was able to pull it right out. Behind was a small dark cavity. Battle thrust in his hand. Every one waited in breathless expectancy. Battle drew out his hand again. He uttered an exclamation of surprise and anger. The others crowded round and stared uncomprehendingly at the three articles he held. For a moment it seemed as though their eyes must have deceived them. A card of small pearl buttons, a square of coarse knitting and a piece of paper on which were inscribed a row of capital E’s! “Well,” said Battle. “I’m—I’m danged! What’s the meaning of this?” “Mon Dieu,” muttered the Frenchman. “Ça, c’est un peu trop fort!” “But what does it mean?” cried Virginia, bewildered. “Mean?” said Anthony. “There’s only one thing it can mean. The late Count Stylptitch must have had a sense of humour! This is an example of that humour. I may say that I don’t consider it particularly funny myself.” “Do you mind explaining your meaning a little more clearly, sir?” said Superintendent Battle. “Certainly. This was the Count’s little joke. He must have suspected that his memorandum had been read. When the crooks came to recover the jewel, they were to find instead this extremely clever conundrum. It’s the sort of thing you pin on to yourself at Book Teas, when people have to guess what you are.” “It has a meaning, then?” “I should say, undoubtedly. If the Count had meant to be merely offensive, he would have put a placard with ‘Sold’ on it, or a picture of a donkey or something crude like that.” “A bit of knitting, some capital E’s, and a lot of buttons,” muttered Battle discontentedly. “C’est inoui,” said Lemoine angrily. “Cipher No. 2,” said Anthony. “I wonder whether Professor Wynward would be any good at this one?” “When was this passage last used, milady?” asked the Frenchman of Bundle. Bundle reflected. “I don’t believe anyone’s been into it for over two years. The Priest’s Hole is the show exhibit for Americans and tourists generally.” “Curious,” murmured the Frenchman. “Why curious?” Lemoine stooped and picked up a small object from the floor. “Because of this,” he said. “This match has not lain here for two years—not even for two days.” Battle looked at the match curiously. It was of pink wood, with a yellow head. “Any of you ladies or gentlemen drop this, by any chance?” he asked. He received a negative all round. “Well, then,” said Superintendent Battle, “we’ve seen all there is to see. We might as well get out of here.” The proposal was assented to by all. The panel had swung to, but Bundle showed them how it was fastened from the inside. She unlatched it, swung it noiselessly open, and sprang through the opening, alighting in the Council Chamber with a resounding thud. “Damn!” said Lord Caterham, springing up from an arm-chair in which he appeared to have been taking forty winks. “Poor old father,” said Bundle. “Did I startle you?” “I can’t think,” said Lord Caterham, “why nobody nowadays ever sits still after a meal. It’s a lost art. God knows Chimneys is big enough, but even here there doesn’t seem to be a single room where I can be sure of a little peace. Good Lord, how many of you are there? Reminds me of the Pantomimes I used to go to as a boy when hordes of demons used to pop up out of trapdoors.” “Demon No. 7,” said Virginia, approaching him, and patting him on the head. “Don’t be cross. We’re just exploring secret passages, that’s all.” “There seems to be a positive boom in secret passages to-day,” grumbled Lord Caterham, not yet completely mollified. “I’ve had to show that fellow Fish round them all this morning.” “When was that?” asked Battle quickly. “Just before lunch. It seems he’d heard of the one in here. I showed him that, and then took him up to the White Gallery, and we finished up with the Priest’s Hole. But his enthusiasm was waning by that time. He looked bored to death. But I made him go through with it.” Lord Caterham chuckled at the remembrance. Anthony put a hand on Lemoine’s arm. “Come outside,” he said softly. “I want to speak to you.” The two men went out together through the window. When they had gone a sufficient distance from the house, Anthony drew from his pocket the scrap of paper that Boris had given him that morning. “Look here,” he said. “Did you drop this?” Lemoine took it and examined it with some interest. “No,” he said. “I have never seen it before. Why?” “Quite sure?” “Absolutely sure, Monsieur.” “That’s very odd.” He repeated to Lemoine what Boris had said. The other listened with close attention. “No, I did not drop it. You say he found it in that clump of trees?” “Well, I assumed so, but he did not actually say so.” “It is just possible that it might have fluttered out of M. Isaacstein’s suit-case. Question Boris again.” He handed the paper back to Anthony. After a minute or two he said: “What exactly do you know of this man Boris?” Anthony shrugged his shoulders. “I understood he was the late Prince Michael’s trusted servant.” “It may be so, but make it your business to find out. Ask some one who knows, such as the Baron Lolopretjzyl. Perhaps this man was engaged but a few weeks ago. For myself, I have believed him honest. But who knows? King Victor is quite capable of making himself into a trusted servant at a moment’s notice.” “Do you really think——” Lemoine interrupted him. “I will be quite frank. With me, King Victor is an obsession. I see him everywhere. At this moment even I ask myself—this man who is talking to me, this M. Cade, is he, perhaps, King Victor?” “Good Lord,” said Anthony, “you have got it badly.” “What do I care for the diamond? For the discovery of the murderer of Prince Michael? I leave those affairs to my colleague of Scotland Yard whose business it is. Me, I am in England for one purpose, and one purpose only, to capture King Victor and to capture him red-handed. Nothing else matters.” “Think you’ll do it?” asked Anthony, lighting a cigarette. “How should I know?” said Lemoine, with sudden despondency. “H’m!” said Anthony. They had regained the terrace. Superintendent Battle was standing near the French window in a wooden attitude. “Look at poor old Battle,” said Anthony. “Let’s go and cheer him up.” He paused a minute, and said, “You know, you’re an odd fish in some ways, M. Lemoine.” “In what ways, M. Cade?” “Well,” said Anthony, “in your place, I should have been inclined to note down that address that I showed you. It may be of no importance—quite conceivably. On the other hand, it might be very important indeed.” Lemoine looked at him for a minute or two steadily. Then, with a slight smile, he drew back the cuff of his left coat sleeve. Pencilled on the white shirt-cuff beneath were the words “Hurstmere, Langly Road, Dover.” “I apologize,” said Anthony. “And I retire worsted.” He joined Superintendent Battle. “You look very pensive, Battle,” he remarked. “I’ve got a lot to think about, Mr. Cade.” “Yes, I expect you have.” “Things aren’t dovetailing. They’re not dovetailing at all.” “Very trying,” sympathized Anthony. “Never mind, Battle, if the worst comes to the worst, you can always arrest me. You’ve got my guilty footprints to fall back upon, remember.” But the superintendent did not smile. “Got any enemies here that you know of, Mr. Cade?” he asked. “I’ve an idea that the third footman doesn’t like me,” replied Anthony lightly. “He does his best to forget to hand me the choicest vegetables. Why?” “I’ve been getting anonymous letters,” said Superintendent Battle. “Or rather an anonymous letter, I should say.” “About me?” Without answering Battle took a folded sheet of cheap notepaper from his pocket, and handed it to Anthony. Scrawled on it in an illiterate handwriting were the words: “Look out for Mr. Cade. He isn’t wot he seems.” Anthony handed it back with a light laugh. “That’s all? Cheer up, Battle. I’m really a King in disguise, you know.” He went into the house, whistling lightly as he walked along. But as he entered his bedroom and shut the door behind him, his face changed. It grew set and stern. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared moodily at the floor. “Things are getting serious,” said Anthony to himself. “Something must be done about it. It’s all damned awkward....” He sat there for a minute or two, then strolled to the window. For a moment or two he stood looking out aimlessly, and then his eyes became suddenly focused on a certain spot, and his face lightened. “Of course,” he said. “The Rose Garden! That’s it! The Rose Garden.” He hurried downstairs again and out into the garden by a side door. He approached the Rose Garden by a circuitous route. It had a little gate at either end. He entered by the far one, and walked up to the sundial which was on a raised hillock in the exact centre of the garden. Just as Anthony reached it, he stopped dead and stared at another occupant of the Rose Garden who seemed equally surprised to see him. “I didn’t know that you were interested in roses, Mr. Fish,” said Anthony gently. “Sir,” said Mr. Fish, “I am considerably interested in roses.” They looked at each other warily, as antagonists seek to measure their opponents’ strength. “So am I,” said Anthony. “Is that so?” “In fact, I dote upon roses,” said Anthony airily. A very slight smile hovered upon Mr. Fish’s lips and at the same time Anthony also smiled. The tension seemed to relax. “Look at this beauty now,” said Mr. Fish, stooping to point out a particularly fine bloom. “Madame Abel Chatenay, I pressoom it to be. Yes, I am right. This white rose, before the war, was known as Frau Carl Drusky. They have, I believe, renamed it. Over sensitive, perhaps but truly patriotic. The La France is always popular. Do you care for red roses at all, Mr. Cade? A bright scarlet rose now——” Mr. Fish’s slow, drawling voice was interrupted. Bundle was leaning out of a first-floor window. “Care for a spin to town, Mr. Fish? I’m just off.” “Thank you, Lady Eileen, but I am vurry happy here.” “Sure you won’t change your mind, Mr. Cade?” Anthony laughed and shook his head. Bundle disappeared. “Sleep is more in my line,” said Anthony, with a wide yawn. “A good after luncheon nap!” He took out a cigarette. “You haven’t got a match, have you?” Mr. Fish handed him a match-box. Anthony helped himself, and handed back the box with a word of thanks. “Roses,” said Anthony, “are all very well. But I don’t feel particularly horticultural this afternoon.” With a disarming smile, he nodded cheerfully. A thundering noise sounded from just outside the house. “Pretty powerful engine she’s got in that car of hers,” remarked Anthony. “There, off she goes.” They had a view of the car speeding down the long drive. Anthony yawned again, and strolled towards the house. He passed in through the door. Once inside, he seemed as though changed to quicksilver. He raced across the hall, out through one of the windows on the farther side, and across the park. Bundle, he knew, had to make a big détour by the lodge gates, and through the village. He ran desperately. It was a race against time. He reached the park wall just as he heard the car outside. He swung himself up and dropped into the road. “Hi!” cried Anthony. In her astonishment, Bundle swerved half across the road. She managed to pull up without accident. Anthony ran after the car, opened the door, and jumped in beside Bundle. “I’m coming to London with you,” he said. “I meant to all along.” “Extraordinary person,” said Bundle. “What’s that you’ve got in your hand?” “Only a match,” said Anthony. He regarded it thoughtfully. It was pink, with a yellow head. He threw away his unlighted cigarette, and put the match carefully into his pocket. 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