The Chase of the Golden Plate

'You really do not love him, anyway,' he ventured
Copyright, 1906, by THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY Copyright, 1906, by DODD, MEAD & COMPANY Published, October, 1906
To Three Women I Love :
Fama, and Mayzie, and Berta
Cardinal Richelieu and the Mikado stepped out on a narrow balcony overlooking the entrance to Seven Oaks, lighted their cigarettes and stood idly watching the throng as it poured up the wide marble steps. Here was an over-corpulent Dowager Empress of China, there an Indian warrior in full paint and toggery, and mincing along behind him two giggling Geisha girls. Next, in splendid robes of rank, came the Czar of Russia. The Mikado smiled.
An old enemy of mine, he remarked to the Cardinal.
A Watteau Shepherdess was assisted out of an automobile by Christopher Columbus and they came up the walk arm-in-arm, while a Pierrette ran beside them laughing up into their faces. D'Artagnan, Athos, Aramis, and Porthos swaggered along with insolent, clanking swords.
Ah! exclaimed the Cardinal. There are four gentlemen whom I know well.
Mary Queen of Scots, Pocahontas, the Sultan of Turkey, and Mr. Micawber chatted amicably together in one language. Behind them came a figure which immediately arrested attention. It was a Burglar, with dark lantern in one hand and revolver in the other. A black mask was drawn down to his lips, a slouch hat shaded his eyes, and a kit of the tools of his profession swung from one shoulder.
By George! commented the Cardinal. Now, that's clever.
Looks like the real thing, the Mikado added.
The Burglar stood aside a moment, allowing a diamond-burdened Queen Elizabeth to pass, then came on up the steps. The Cardinal and the Mikado passed through an open window into the reception-room to witness his arrival.