I heard him ring a bell and ask angrily who had gone off with his pipe-cleaners.

He bustled through the room looking for them or for a substitute, and after a time he cried aloud, 'I have it; that would do; but where was it I saw the thing last ?' He pulled out several drawers, looked through his desk, and then opened the box in which I lay.

He tumbled its contents over until he found me, and then he pulled me out, exclaiming, 'Eureka!' My heart sank, for I understood all as I fell leaf by leaf on the hearth-rug where I now lie.
He took the wire off me and used it to clean his pipe." [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER XVIII.
WHAT COULD HE DO?
This was another of Marriot's perplexities of the heart.

He had been on the Continent, and I knew from his face, the moment he returned, that I would have a night of him.
[Illustration] "On the 4th of September," he began, playing agitatedly with my tobacco-pouch, which was not for hands like his, "I had walked from Spondinig to Franzenshohe, which is a Tyrolese inn near the top of Stelvio Pass.

From the inn to a very fine glacier is only a stroll of a few minutes; but the path is broken by a roaring stream.