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Mr Sam Gwent stood in as known as the "floral hall" of the Plaza Hotel, so called because it was built in colonnades which opened into various vistas of flowers and cla with all the luxuriance co hiated the official at the enquiry office

"So he doesn't live here after all,"--he said--"Then where's he to be found?"

"Mr Seaton has taken the hill hut"--replied the book-keeper--"'The hut of the dying' it is sometimes called He prefers it to the hotel The air is better for his lungs"

"Air? Lungs?"--Gwent sniffed contes if he's the et there straight?"

The bookkeeper touched a bell, and Manella appeared Gwent stared openly Here--if "prize beauties" were anything--was a real winner!

"This gentleman wants Mr Seaton"--said the bookkeeper--"Just show him the way up the hill"

"Sorry to trouble you!" said Gwent, raising his hat with a courtesy not common to his manner

"Oh, it is no trouble!" and Manella s way--"The path is quite easy to follow"

She preceded hiardens, now in theirwith one hand towards the hill where the flat outline of the "hut of the dying" could be seen clear against the sky

"There it is"--she explained--"It's nothing of a climb, even on the warmest day And the air is quite different up there to what it is down here"

"Better, I suppose?"