Ooma! Dash my buttons, that beats cock-fighting!" The barrister paid no heed to Winter's fall from self-importance.

He pondered deeply on the queer twist given to events by the detective's statement.

At last he took a volume from his book-case.
"Do you remember what I told you about Japanese names ?" he said.

"I described to you, for instance, what strange mutations your surname would undergo were you born in the Far East." "Yes; I would be called Spring, Summer, etc, according to my growth." "Then listen to this," and he read the following extract from that excellent work, "The Mikado's Empire," by W.E.

Griffis: "It has, until recently, in Japan been the custom for every Samurai to be named differently in babyhood, boyhood, manhood, or promotion, change of life, or residence, in commemoration of certain events, or on account of a vow, or from mere whim." "What a place for aliases!" interpolated the professional.
"At the birth of a famous warrior," went on Brett, "his mother, having dreamed that she conceived by the sun, called him Hiyoshi Maro (good sun).
Others dubbed him Ko Chiku (small boy), and afterward Saru Watsu (monkey-pine)." He closed the volume.
"This gentleman has twenty other names," he added; "but the foregoing list will suffice.