The House-boat of the Associated Shades, formerly¹ located upon the River Styx, as the reader may possibly remember, had been torn from its moorings and navigated² out into unknown seas by that vengeful pirate Captain Kidd, aided and abetted³ by some of the most ruffianly inhabitants of Hades. Like a thief in the night had they come, and for no better reason than that the Captain had been unanimously voted a shade too shady to associate with self-respecting spirits had they made off with the happy floating club-house of their betters; and worst of all, with them, by force of circumstances over which they had no control, had sailed also the fair Queen Elizabeth, the spirited Xanthippe, and every other strong-minded and beautiful woman of Erebean society, whereby the men thereof were rendered desolate⁴.  
“I can’t stand it!” cried Raleigh, desperately⁵, as with his accustomed grace he presided over a special meeting of the club, called on the bank of the inky Stygian stream, at the point where the missing boat had been moored⁶. “Think of it, gentlemen, Elizabeth of England, Calpurnia of Rome, Ophelia of Denmark, and every precious jewel in our social diadem⁷ gone, vanished completely; and with whom? Kidd, of all men in the universe! Kidd, the pirate, the ruffian—”
 
“Don’t take on so, my dear Sir Walter,” said Socrates, cheerfully. “What’s the use of going into hysterics? You are not a woman, and should eschew⁹ that luxury. Xanthippe is with them, and I’ll warrant you that when that cherished spouse¹⁰ of mine has recovered from the effects of the sea, say the third day out, Kidd and his crew will be walking the plank¹¹, and voluntarily at that.”
 
“But the House-boat itself,” murmured Noah, sadly. “That was my delight. It reminded me in some respects of the Ark.”
 
“The law of compensation enters in there, my dear Commodore,” retorted Socrates. “For me, with Xanthippe abroad I do not need a club to go to; I can stay at home and take my hemlock¹³ in peace and straight. Xanthippe always compelled me to dilute¹⁴ it at the rate of one quart of water to the finger.”
 
“Well, we didn’t all marry Xanthippe,” put in Cæsar, firmly, “therefore we are not all satisfied with the situation. I, for one, quite agree with Sir Walter that something must be done, and quickly. Are we to sit here and do nothing, allowing that fiend to kidnap our wives with impunity¹⁵?”
 
“Not at all,” interposed Bonaparte. “The time for action has arrived. All things considered he is welcome to Marie Louise, but the idea of Josephine going off on a cruise of that kind breaks my heart.”
 
“No question about it,” observed Dr. Johnson. “We’ve got to do something if it is only for the sake of appearances. The question really is, what shall be done first?”
 
“I am in favor of taking a drink as the first step, and considering the matter of further action afterwards,” suggested Shakespeare, and it was this suggestion that made the members unanimous upon the necessity for immediate¹⁶ action, for when the assembled spirits called for their various favorite beverages¹⁷ it was found that there were none to be had, it being Sunday, and all the establishments wherein liquid refreshments¹⁸ were licensed¹⁹ to be sold being closed—for at the time of writing the local government of Hades was in the hands of the reform party.
 
“What!” cried Socrates. “Nothing but Styx water and vitriol, Sundays? Then the House-boat must be recovered whether Xanthippe comes with it or not. Sir Walter, I am for immediate action, after all. This ruffian should be captured at once and made an example of.”
 
“Excuse me, Socrates,” put in Lindley Murray, “but, ah—pray speak in Greek hereafter, will you, please? When you attempt English you have a beastly way of working up to climatic prepositions which are offensive to the ear of a purist.”
 
“This is no time to discuss style, Murray,” interposed Sir Walter. “Socrates may speak and spell like Chaucer if he pleases; he may even part his infinitives²⁰ in the middle, for all I care. We have affairs of greater moment in hand.”
 
“We must ransack²¹ the earth,” cried Socrates, “until we find that boat. I’m dry as a fish.”
 
“There he goes again!” growled²² Murray. “Dry as a fish! What fish I’d like to know is dry?”
 
“Red herrings,” retorted Socrates; and there was a great laugh at the expense of the purist, in which even Hamlet, who had grown more and more melancholy²³ and morbid²⁴ since the abduction of Ophelia, joined.
 
“Then it is settled,” said Raleigh; “something must be done. And now the point is, what?”
 
“Relief expeditions have a way of finding things,” suggested Dr. Livingstone. “Or rather of being found by the things they go out to relieve. I propose that we send out a number of them. I will take Africa; Bonaparte can lead an expedition into Europe; General Washington may have North America; and—”
 
“I beg pardon,” put in Dr. Johnson, “but have you any idea, Dr. Livingstone, that Captain Kidd has put wheels on this House-boat of ours and is having it dragged across the Sahara by mules²⁵ or camels?”
 
“No such absurd idea ever entered my head,” retorted the Doctor.
 
“Do you then believe that he has put runners on it, and is engaged in the pleasurable pastime of taking the ladies tobogganing down the Alps?” persisted the philosopher.
 
“Not at all. Why do you ask?” queried²⁶ the African explorer, irritably²⁷.
 
“Because I wish to know,” said Johnson. “That is always my motive²⁸ in asking questions. You propose to go looking for a house-boat in Central Africa; you suggest that Bonaparte lead an expedition in search of it through Europe—all of which strikes me as nonsense. This search is the work of sea-dogs, not of landlubbers. You might as well ask Confucius to look for it in the heart of China. What earthly use there is in ransacking²⁹ the earth I fail to see. What we need is a naval³⁰ expedition to scour³¹ the sea, unless it is pretty well understood in advance that we believe Kidd has hauled the boat out of the water, and is now using it for a roller-skating rink or a bicycle academy in Ohio, or for some other purpose for which neither he nor it was designed.”
 
“Dr. Johnson’s point is well taken,” said a stranger who had been sitting upon the string-piece of the pier³², quietly, but with very evident interest, listening to the discussion. He was a tall and excessively slender shade, “like a spirt of steam out of a teapot,” as Johnson put it afterwards, so slight he seemed. “I have not the honor of being a member of this association,” the stranger continued, “but, like all well-ordered shades, I aspire³³ to the distinction, and I hold myself and my talents at the disposal of this club. I fancy it will not take us long to establish our initial point, which is that the gross person who has so foully³⁴ appropriated your property to his own base uses does not contemplate³⁵ removing it from its keel and placing it somewhere inland. All the evidence in hand points to a radically³⁶ different conclusion, which is my sole reason for doubting the value of that conclusion. Captain Kidd is a seafarer by instinct, not a landsman. The House-boat is not a house, but a boat; therefore the place to look for it is not, as Dr. Johnson so well says, in the Sahara Desert, or on the Alps, or in the State of Ohio, but upon the high sea, or upon the waterfront of some one of the world’s great cities.”
 
“And what, then, would be your plan?” asked Sir Walter, impressed by the stranger’s manner as well as by the very manifest reason in all that he had said.
 
“The chartering of a suitable vessel³⁷, fully⁸ armed and equipped for the purpose of pursuit. Ascertain³⁸ whither the House-boat has sailed, for what port, and start at once. Have you a model of the House-boat within reach?” returned the stranger.
 
“I think not; we have the architect’s plans, however,” said the chairman.
 
“We had, Mr. Chairman,” said Demosthenes, who was secretary of the House Committee, rising, “but they are gone with the House-boat itself. They were kept in the safe in the hold.”
 
A look of annoyance³⁹ came into the face of the stranger.
 
“That’s too bad,” he said. “It was a most important part of my plan that we should know about how fast the House-boat was.”
 
“Humph!” ejaculated Socrates, with ill-concealed sarcasm⁴⁰. “If you’ll take Xanthippe’s word for it, the House-boat was the fastest yacht afloat.”
 
“I refer to the matter of speed in sailing,” returned the stranger, quietly. “The question of its ethical⁴¹ speed has nothing to do with it.”
 
“The designer of the craft is here,” said Sir Walter, fixing his eyes upon Sir Christopher Wren⁴². “It is possible that he may be of assistance in settling that point.”
 
“What has all this got to do with the question, anyhow, Mr. Chairman?” asked Solomon, rising impatiently and addressing Sir Walter. “We aren’t preparing for a yacht-race that I know of. Nobody’s after a cup, or a championship of any kind. What we do want is to get our wives back. The Captain hasn’t taken more than half of mine along with him, but I am interested none the less. The Queen of Sheba is on board, and I am somewhat interested in her fate. So I ask you what earthly or unearthly use there is in discussing this question of speed in the House-boat. It strikes me as a woful waste of time, and rather unprecedented⁴³ too, that we should suspend all rules and listen to the talk of an entire stranger.”
 
“I do not venture to doubt the wisdom of Solomon,” said Johnson, dryly, “but I must say that the gentleman’s remarks rather interest me.”
 
“Of course they do,” ejaculated Solomon. “He agreed with you. That ought to make him interesting to everybody. Freaks usually are.”
 
“That is not the reason at all,” retorted Dr. Johnson. “Cold water agrees with me, but it doesn’t interest me. What I do think, however, is that our unknown friend seems to have a grasp on the situation by which we are confronted, and he’s going at the matter in hand in a very comprehensive fashion. I move, therefore, that Solomon be laid on the table, and that the privileges of the—ah—of the wharf⁴⁴ be extended indefinitely to our friend on the string-piece.”
 
The motion, having been seconded, was duly carried, and the stranger resumed.
 
“I will explain for the benefit of his Majesty⁴⁵ King Solomon, whose wisdom I have always admired, and whose endurance as the husband of three hundred wives has filled me with wonder,” he said, “that before starting in pursuit of the stolen vessel we must select a craft of some sort for the purpose, and that in selecting the pursuer it is quite essential that we should choose a vessel of greater speed than the one we desire to overtake. It would hardly be proper, I think, if the House-boat can sail four knots an hour, to attempt to overhaul⁴⁶ her with a launch, or other nautical⁴⁷ craft, with a maximum speed of two knots an hour.”
 
“Hear! hear!” ejaculated Cæsar.
 
“That is my reason, your Majesty, for inquiring as to the speed of your late club-house,” said the stranger, bowing courteously⁴⁸ to Solomon. “Now if Sir Christopher Wren can give me her measurements, we can very soon determine at about what rate she is leaving us behind under favorable circumstances.”
 
“’Tisn’t necessary for Sir Christopher to do anything of the sort,” said Noah, rising and manifesting somewhat more heat than the occasion seemed to require. “As long as we are discussing the question I will take the liberty of stating what I have never mentioned before, that the designer of the House-boat merely appropriated the lines of the Ark. Shem, Ham, and Japhet will bear testimony⁴⁹ to the truth of that statement.”
 
“There can be no quarrel on that score, Mr. Chairman,” assented⁵⁰ Sir Christopher, with cutting frigidity⁵¹. “I am perfectly⁵² willing to admit that practically the two vessels⁵³ were built on the same lines, but with modifications⁵⁴ which would enable my boat to sail twenty miles to windward and back in six days less time than it would have taken the Ark to cover the same distance, and it could have taken all the wash of the excursion steamers into the bargain.”
 
“Bosh!” ejaculated Noah, angrily. “Strip your old tub down to a flying balloon-jib and a marline-spike, and ballast the Ark with elephants until every inch of her reeked⁵⁵ with ivory and peanuts, and she’d outfoot you on every leg, in a cyclone⁵⁶ or a zephyr⁵⁷. Give me the Ark and a breeze, and your House-boat wouldn’t be within hailing distance of her five minutes after the start if she had 40,000 square yards of canvas spread before a gale⁵⁸.”
 
“This discussion is waxing very unprofitable,” observed Confucius. “If these gentlemen cannot be made to confine themselves to the subject that is agitating⁵⁹ this body, I move we call in the authorities and have them confined in the bottomless pit.”
 
“I did not precipitate⁶⁰ the quarrel,” said Noah. “I was merely trying to assist our friend on the string-piece. I was going to say that as the Ark was probably a hundred times faster than Sir Christopher Wren’s—tub, which he himself says can take care of all the wash of the excursion boats, thereby⁶¹ becoming on his own admission a wash-tub—”
 
“Order! order!” cried Sir Christopher.
 
“I was going to say that this wash-tub could be overhauled⁶² by a launch or any other craft with a speed of thirty knots a month,” continued Noah, ignoring the interruption.
 
“Took him forty days to get to Mount Ararat!” sneered⁶³ Sir Christopher.
 
“Well, your boat would have got there two weeks sooner, I’ll admit,” retorted Noah, “if she’d sprung a leak at the right time.”
 
“Granting the truth of Noah’s statement,” said Sir Walter, motioning to the angry architect to be quiet—“not that we take any side in the issue between the two gentlemen, but merely for the sake of argument—I wish to ask the stranger who has been good enough to interest himself in our trouble what he proposes to do—how can you establish your course in case a boat were provided?”
 
“Also vot vill be dher gost, if any?” put in Shylock.
 
A murmur¹² of disapprobation greeted this remark.
 
“The cost need not trouble you, sir,” said Sir Walter, indignantly, addressing the stranger; “you will have carte blanche.”
 
“Den ve are ruint!” cried Shylock, displaying his palms, and showing by that act a select assortment⁶⁴ of diamond rings.
 
“Oh,” laughed the stranger, “that is a simple matter. Captain Kidd has gone to London.”
 
“To London!” cried several members at once. “How do you know that?”
 
“By this,” said the stranger, holding up the tiny stub end of a cigar.
 
“Tut-tut!” ejaculated Solomon. “What child’s play this is!”
 
“No, your Majesty,” observed the stranger, “it is not child’s play; it is fact. That cigar end was thrown aside here on the wharf by Captain Kidd just before he stepped on board the House-boat.”
 
“How do you know that?” demanded Raleigh. “And granting the truth of the assertion, what does it prove?”
 
“I will tell you,” said the stranger. And he at once proceeded as follows.