Stimulated with the necessities that pricked him, Storri bethought himself of the Chinese Concession.

That precious document was in his possession; the osprey pool had not been granted its custody.
Storri carried the saffron silk to a rich and avaricious man; he asked the loan of fifty thousand dollars, and offered interest steeple-high.
The man of wealth and avarice was deeply affected; he, like the others, sent for the brocaded, poppy-scented Mongol.

The poppy Mongol came, salaamed, translated, and went his way.

Then the one of gold and avarice counted down the fifty thousand, and locked up the yellow silk with Storri's note for ninety days in his safe.
Being strengthened with those fifty thousand dollars, Storri sought an ancient surveyor.

Did the ancient one possess an accurate map of Washington ?--a map that showed every public building and park and street-railway and water-main and sewer, all done to the final fraction of an inch?
Storri's Czar has asked for such;--his Czar who so admired the Americans and their beautiful Capital! The ancient one of chains and levels had such a map.