“Don’t let it drop into the fire,” cautioned Mr. Rawlins, “or somebody will be without a fortune.”

“No, sir,” said Maisie, watching the paper carefully. And sure enough, as she held it, the name was slowly written thereon.

“It’s Todhunter Brown,” she announced.

“All right,” said Mr. Rawlins, “here goes:

“You will fly

Fine and high,

In an airship through the sky!

Looking down

With a frown

On your friends in Berwick Town.”