V THE LETTER OF ADVICE “Do you know, Austin,” said Villiers, as the two friends were pacing sedately along Piccadilly one pleasant morning in May, “do you know I am convinced that what you told me about Paul Street and the Herberts is a mere episode in an extraordinary history? I may as well confess to you that when I asked you about Herbert a few months ago I had just seen him.” “You had seen him? Where?” “He begged of me in the street one night. He was in the most pitiable plight, but I recognized the man, and