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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 I got him to tell me his history, or at least the outline of it. In brief, it amounted to this—he had been ruined by his wife." "In what manner?" "He would not tell me; he would only say that she had destroyed him, body and soul. The man is dead now." "And