"They generally use jemmies," he said gravely. "Wiggleswick has given me
his collection. They're very useful."

"What for?" she asked.

"To kill moths with," he replied dreamily.

"But what made you take a superannuated burglar for a valet?"

"I don't know. Perhaps it was Wiggleswick himself. He came up to me one day
as I was sitting in Kensington Gardens, and somehow followed me home."

"But, good gracious," cried Zora--forgetful for the moment of stars and
sea--"aren't you afraid that he will rob you?"

"No. I asked him, and he explained. You see, it would be out of his line. A
forger only forges, a pickpocket only snatches chains and purses, and a
burglar only burgles. Now, he couldn't burgle the place in which he was
living himself, so I am safe."

Zora gave him sage counsel.

"I'd get rid of him if I were you."

"If I were you, I would--but I can't," he replied. "If I told him to go he
wouldn't. I go instead sometimes. That's why I'm here."

"If you go on talking like that, you'll make my brain reel," said Zora
laughing. "Do tell me something about yourself. What is your name?"