So, when I am thinking of this and speaking of it, I find that on the efening before a man—a Japanese—has been pistol-shooting in his room without reason. It iss not much difference in sound—Japanese or Javanese. So I get that man's address and I go to the house; and when he iss not in his room, I find there the other box—the dublicate box—the practice box. And I find as I had expected that this box has been made in Java. It has all come from Java, then—the secret of the box, him that knows how to open it, and the disappearing one to whom it has been taught.
"There iss left only one question, then. How did the disappearing one—the one able to make himself so small he cannot be seen—get into the room and get out? For, though I am sure such a one as iss not at all
