It was just the kind of room he had always imagined; it was like the man who occupied it.

Simplicity and taste abounded; the artist and the collector, the poet and the musician, were everywhere in evidence.

He strolled over to the mantel and took down one of the pictures signed "Kate." He smiled.

It was not an indulgent smile, nor the smile of a man who has stumbled upon another man's secret.

The smile was rather exultant.