The card held by the latest visitor turned out to be the card previously held by the dissatisfied stranger who had just left the room--Number Fourteen! As to the card numbered Fifteen, it was only discovered the next morning lying in a corner, dropped on the floor! Acting on his first impulse, the servant hurried out, calling to the original holder of Fourteen to come back and bear his testimony to that fact.

The street-door had been opened for him by the landlady of the house.

She was a pretty woman--and the gentleman had fortunately lingered to talk to her.

He was induced, at the intercession of the landlady, to ascend the stairs again.
On returning to the waiting-room, he addressed a characteristic question to the assembled visitors.

"_More_ humbug ?" asked the gentleman who liked to talk to a pretty woman.
The servant--completely puzzled by his own stupidity--attempted to make his apologies.
"Pray forgive me, gentlemen," he said.