The Indianapolis journal., 1889-06-02
to satisfy my curiosity at the cost of my

10 SdtIsIy Iuy CURIOSITY al tuc sooe Va my
feelings.
The next morning read i'll the Tageblatt
that the person who had been run over IN
the Friedrichstrasse was Frenchman VINO
had been a resident in Berlin for seven
years. where he had acted as valet de
chambre in several houses passing under
the name of Michel Doriat. Immediately
after this accident he had been carried to
the hospital, where he had died IN the
evening Before dying he had been able to
state that his real name was Pierre Bastide.
adding that he wished to make confession
of some crime to the proper authorities
Before these. however, could attend the
man died. Among other houses where this
certain DIR. H, where he had stayed
three years.
"Dr. H-." cried. jumping to my feet;
"but know that house. dined there live
years ago. when was over in Berlin as
correspondent to the -. Let me think.
All! have it now."
/ had brought an introduction to DIR.
H from o mutual friend in London, and,
not having been able to see him on the day
i called, left il with my card.
The next morning. received telegram
from the hOspitable doctor. inviting me to
lunch at his house that day. The telegram
found me in bed. and it was then only
twenty minutes off the hour fixed for the
haste. and drove off to the doctors house.
AS was giving my hat and coat TO the
valet in the ante-chamber / noticed that
the man was staring al me in curious way.
what are you staring at me like that
fort" | cried rather irritably.
%! beg monsieur's pardon" said the valet.
with all the politeness of his countrymen,
but if monsieur will look in the glass
Dear, dear" | cried, when j had ex-
amined myself, 81 was in such hurry. l
have forgotten my cravat. What shall L
do, ! say, my good fellow. this to the valet.
as l handed him a thaler. you must have
plenty, OF ties to spare; run and get me one
OUT of your, room. Anything will do, as
long as it looks tidy"
The valet hastened off, and presently
came back with black tie, a ready made
sailors knot, very stiff and large. i put il
on hastily, and giving the man another
piece of money. asked him if 1 might keep
it to go home in.
"Oh, certainly he said, Monsieur has
given me its value twice over"
Having a repulsion for other peoples
wearing apparel, / had taken the tie off as
soon as reached my hotel, and had flung
1T into my portmanteau. 1t was the same
portmanteau in which. several years later.
] had found the scarf-pin which had got ME
into such trouble.
imagine that the pin had slipped down
between the cardboard framework of the
tie and its silk cover, and that Bastide had
thought 1T lost when he gave me his black
sailors knot. In flingiDg it into my trunk
the pin must have fallen out, to remain un-
disturbed until that unlucky day.
Unluckyi Well, yes, inasmuch as what
ensued brought about this cruel separation
between Clara and myself Perhaps,
though. girl who could cast off lover as
/ was on such suspicion is not worth
troubling about and if have here cleared
up the mystery of the amber PIN. it is only
because i imagine the story to have some
little interest, and by no means in order
to vindicate myself in the eyes of Clara or
Of her father.
All the same-but there. enough.
Robert II. shcrard in Belgravia