And the man walked on until he reached Knightsbridge. There he was stopped by an elderly, well-dressed, well-to-do individual, who had evidently just come up from the country. The two pedestrians started back when they met face to face.

"What are you doing in that hideous disguise?" asked the senior of the junior.

"It is no disguise, father," was the reply; "it is only the customary get up of a young man of fashion between the hours of nine and eleven when he proposes to walk in the park."

And, with these words, the strange apparition crossed over the road, and entered Rotten Row. And here he was soon lost in a crowd quite as eccentrically garbed as himself.


A WAY THEY HAVE IN THE CITY.

Scene—Board-room of a Public Company. Time—A few minutes after the close of a General Meeting.
Present—Chairman of Directors and Secretary.

[Scene closes in upon the valuable pair—and the security of the Public.