I looked at the Lethal Chamber on the corner of the square
opposite. A few curious people still lingered about the gilded iron
railing, but inside the grounds the paths were deserted. I watched
the fountains ripple and sparkle; the sparrows had already found
this new bathing nook, and the basins were covered with the
dusty-feathered little things. Two or three white peacocks picked
their way across the lawns, and a drab coloured pigeon sat so
motionless on the arm of one of the "Fates," that it seemed to be a
part of the sculptured stone.
As I was turning carelessly away, a slight commotion in the
group of curious loiterers around the gates attracted my attention.
A young man had entered, and was advancing with nervous strides
along the gravel path which leads to the bronze doo
