"Yes, she's lovely!" exclaimed Cecily. "What a wonderful painter Holbein was!"
"Marvellous!" breathed von Ravenheim. He sighed, "And he lies buried in St. Paul's, you know, far from his home." He spoke banteringly. "One day, when we conquer this country of yours, we shall take back his dust to the land where he was born."
They looked at the other paintings, and then von Ravenheim took them into his study. They inspected some engravings there, all of war-like subjects, and then he said—"Now I'm going to give you another treat. I'll show you our silver plate and, like our paintings, much of it is very old." He took a bunch of keys out of a pigeon-hole in his desk and led them to a large cupboard let into the wall. "We have to take great care of this plate because it is all so portable, if
