others bearing the skeleton of a whale, while the robbers and the rest of their queer helpers were loaded with everything relating to history, science, and art, which ought to be in a really good museum. When the whole collection had been put in place upon the floors, the shelves, and in the cases, it was nearly morning. The robbers, with the Hermit's Pupil, retired to the cave; the Weirds disappeared; while the Stranger betook himself to the Queen's palace, where, as soon as the proper hour arrived, he requested an audience.
When he saw the Queen, he perceived that she was very pale and that her cheeks bore traces of recent tears. 'You are back in good time,' she said to him, 'but it makes very little difference whether you have succeeded in your mission or not. There is no longer any museum. There has been a
