Of the Ten Teacups, of course I dare not say a word.

The first of my revelations, at any rate, shall be concerned with the Club of Queer Trades, which, as I have said, was one of this class, one which I was almost bound to come across sooner or later, because of my singular hobby.

The wild youth of the metropolis call me facetiously 'The King of Clubs'.

They also call me 'The Cherub', in allusion to the roseate and youthful appearance I have presented in my declining years.

I only hope the spirits in the better world have as good dinners as I have.