I scarcely knew what to say to this surprising statement, and waited for further developments before replying.  “I’ve engaged a housekeeper to look after me, and two servants also; and—­as you see—­have discarded my Oriental costume for one more suitable to this country and climate; I sent you my old costume and turban by a trustworthy messenger this morning, having changed at my tailor’s into the attire in which you see me.  I hope it has arrived safely?”

I assured him that it had, and sent for the portmanteau in order that he might see for himself.

“That’s all right, then,” he said with a sigh of relief; “and now I want to hand you this blank cheque which I have signed, and, in case I disappear, I want you to draw out the whole amount standing to my account at the bank at the time, so that I may be able to get it in case I appear again.  I have an idea that I shall not have to undergo these changes many more times.  Of course, if I never come back, the money will be yours, as I have no one else to leave it to.”

I thanked him very heartily for the trust he reposed in me, and assured him that his wishes should be carried out to the letter.

“That’s all right, then!” he exclaimed in a tone of satisfaction; “and now I want to arrange for a nice little party at my new home to act as a kind of—­er—­home warming—­I think you call it.  Ask the children and any of your friends who know me, and, if you let me know beforehand how many are coming, I will arrange for what, I hope, will turn out to be a very enjoyable evening.”

We fixed the date, and after my little friend had gone, I wrote informally, as Shin Shira wished, to as many of my friends as would be likely to wish to come, to ask them to attend.

Nearly everybody accepted—­for the little fellow was a great favourite with everybody who knew him—­and, as Shin Shira looked in every day to know how the replies were coming in, I was able to tell him in a few days that we might expect from twenty to twenty-five guests.

From then till the date fixed Shin Shira was very busy, and I only saw him once or twice, and on the eventful day I did not see him at all.

The Verrinder children were coming in the carriage with me, and, according to arrangement, we were the first to arrive.

There was an awning at the door and a red carpet laid down the steps and across the pavement; the house was brilliantly lighted, and evidently grand preparations had been going on.

I hurried up the steps, followed by Marjorie, Dick and Fidge.

The servant who stood at the open door, and who knew me by sight, was looking very anxious, and whispered, “The housekeeper would like to speak to you at once in the dining-room, sir.”

“Anything the matter?” I asked.

“Yes, sir, the master—­he—­he can’t be found,” said the man.

I hurried down to the dining-room, and found the housekeeper in her best black silk dress, looking even more distressed than the manservant had been.