The koster coming at last, I was shown the ancient chained library in the chapter house, and he enlarged upon the beauties of a metal font.

Wandering out again into this city of silence I found in the square by the church an exhibition of wax works which was to be opened at four o'clock.

Making a note to return to it at that hour, I sought the river, where the timber is floated down from the German forests, and lost myself among peat barges and other craft, and walked some miles in and about Zutphen, and a little way down a trickling stream whence the view of the city is very beautiful; and by-and-by found myself by the church and the wax works again, in a town that since my absence had quite filled with bustling people--four o'clock having struck and the Princess of the Day Dream having (I suppose) been kissed.

The change was astonishing.
Wax works always make me uncomfortable, and these were no exception; but the good folk of Zutphen found them absorbing.

The murderers stood alone, staring with that fixity which only a wax assassin can compass; but for the most part the figures were arranged in groups with dramatic intent.