curious eyes shall scrutinize what should not be an object of curiosity. Dr. Herschel pronounced it the ear of a leper, so I destroyed the poor deformed member, and the statue of 'Old Ninety-Nine' soon to be unveiled in Delaware Park, is such as he must have been in his prime. You must get Hernando to tell you of his life at Shushan."
"Does he speak of it?" Watson inquired aghast. "I've been afraid I'd let something slip. Poor boy, poor boy!"
"Poor boy, indeed!" Jack retorted. "Why, Watson, he loves to, and the rugged hills of Shushan are to him the most beautiful spot on earth."
"His face haunts me," said Watson. "Does he ever say anything about Mills?"
"Often, and always with compassion."
Watson was silent, and just then Cornelia came into the room and dragged him off to inspect her horse, as Jack had told her of his reputation as a judge of horseflesh. He went willingly enough, for his ideas on the subject under discussion were not quite clear,
