At long last the train pulled out of Charing Cross station and away from the fogbound throng of idolizers and skeptics. The couple on board would share just a few more days together before their two lives, so distinctively patterned and strikingly overlaid, were forever cut asunder. Eli Lemon Sheldon, an American mortgage banker posted in London, who under the pseudonym “Don Lemon” had engaged literally Everybody in the 1890s with his six-penny anthologies, would be dead within a year. His wife, Mary French-Sheldon, resident of New York and daughter of a spiritualist and faith healer, would soon, under the appellation “Bébé Bwana” (or “Woman Master”), lead an expedition through East Africa and then return to write a popular book and produce her own World's Fair exhibit based on her adventures. Had this superposition of unusual lives catalyzed in some inexplicable manner the one remarkable dissection found in one of Lemon's books?