even feel the change, for last night Dr. Van

Helsing slept in his chair a lot of the time. I found him asleep twice when I awoke; but I did not fear to go to sleep again, although the boughs or bats or something flapped almost angrily against the window-panes.

"The Pall Mall Gazette," 18 September.

The Escaped Wolf.

Perilous Adventure Of Our Interviewer.

Interview with the Keeper in the Zoological Gardens.

After many inquiries and almost as many refusals, and perpetually using the words "Pall Mall Gazette" as a sort of talisman, I managed to find the keeper of the section of the Zoological Gardens in which the wolf department is included. Thomas Bilder lives in one of the cottages in the enclosure behind the elephant-house, and was just sitting down to his tea when I found him. Thomas and his wife are hospitable folk, elderly, and without children, and if the specimen I enjoyed of their hospitality be of the average kind, their lives must be pretty comfortable. The keeper would not enter on what he called "business" until the supper was over, and we were all satisfied. Then when the table was cleared, and he had lit his pipe, he said:-"Now, sir you can go on and arsk me what you want. You’ll excoose me refoosin’ to talk of perfeshunal subjects afore meals. I gives the wolves and the jack-als and the hyenas in all our section their tea afore I begins to arsk them questions."

"How do you mean, ask them questions?" I queried, wishful to get him into a talkative humour.

"’Ittin’ of them over the ‘ead with a pole is one way; scratchin’ of their hears is another, when gents as is flush wants a bit of a show-orf to their gals. I don’t so much mind the fust-the ‘ittin’ with a pole afore I chucks in their dinner; but I waits till they’ve ‘ad their sherry and kawfee, so to speak, afore I tries on with the earscratchin’. Mind you," he added philosophically, "there’s a deal of the same nature in us as in them theer animiles. Here’s you acomin’ and arksin’ of me questions about my business, and I that grumpy-like that only for your bloomin’ ‘arf-quid I’d ‘a’ seen you blowed fust ‘fore I’d answer. Not even when you arsked me