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Table of Contents
Preface. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xiii
Part I. Language
1. The Architecture of Swift. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3
Ground of Being 3
Everything Is an Object? 5
Three Flavors of Object Type 6
Variables 6
Functions 8
The Structure of a Swift File 9
Scope and Lifetime 11
Object Members 12
Namespaces 13
Modules 13
Instances 14
Why Instances? 16
self 19
Privacy 20
Design 21
Object Types and APIs 22
Instance Creation, Scope, and Lifetime 24
Summary and Conclusion 25
2. Functions. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 27
Function Parameters and Return Value 27
Void Return Type and Parameters 30
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Function Signature 32
External Parameter Names 32
Overloading 35
Default Parameter Values 36
Variadic Parameters 37
Ignored Parameters 38
Modifiable Parameters 38
Function In Function 42
Recursion 44
Function As Value 44
Anonymous Functions 47
Define-and-Call 52
Closures 53
How Closures Improve Code 55
Function Returning Function 56
Closure Setting a Captured Variable 59
Closure Preserving Its Captured Environment 59
Curried Functions 61
3. Variables and Simple Types. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 63
Variable Scope and Lifetime 63
Variable Declaration 65
Computed Initializer 67
Computed Variables 68
Setter Observers 71
Lazy Initialization 73
Built-In Simple Types 75
Bool 76
Numbers 77
String 85
Character 89
Range 93
Tuple 95
Optional 98
4. Object Types. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111
Object Type Declarations and Features 111
Initializers 113
Properties 119
Methods 122
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Subscripts 124
Nested Object Types 126
Instance References 127
Enums 129
Case With Fixed Value 130
Case With Typed Value 131
Enum Initializers 132
Enum Properties 134
Enum Methods 135
Why Enums? 136
Structs 137
Struct Initializers, Properties, and Methods 137
Struct As Namespace 139
Classes 139
Value Types and Reference Types 140
Subclass and Superclass 144
Class Initializers 150
Class Deinitializer 158
Class Properties and Methods 159
Polymorphism 161
Casting 164
Type Reference 168
Protocols 173
Why Protocols? 174
Protocol Type Testing and Casting 176
Declaring a Protocol 177
Optional Protocol Members 179
Class Protocol 180
Implicitly Required Initializers 181
Literal Convertibles 183
Generics 184
Generic Declarations 186
Type Constraints 188
Explicit Specialization 190
Associated Type Chains 191
Additional Constraints 194
Extensions 197
Extending Object Types 198
Extending Protocols 200
Extending Generics 203
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Umbrella Types 205
AnyObject 205
AnyClass 208
Any 209
Collection Types 210
Array 210
Dictionary 224
Set 229
5. Flow Control and More. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 235
Flow Control 235
Branching 236
Loops 248
Jumping 253
Operators 265
Privacy 268
Private Declaration 269
Public Declaration 271
Privacy Rules 272
Introspection 272
Memory Management 273
Weak References 275
Unowned References 276
Weak and Unowned References in Anonymous Functions 278
Memory Management of Protocol-Typed References 281
Part II. IDE
6. Anatomy of an Xcode Project. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 285
New Project 285
The Project Window 288
The Navigator Pane 289
The Utilities Pane 295
The Editor 296
The Project File and Its Dependents 299
The Target 301
Build Phases 302
Build Settings 304
Configurations 305
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Schemes and Destinations 306
From Project to Running App 309
Build Settings 311
Property List Settings 312
Nib Files 313
Additional Resources 313
Code Files and the App Launch Process 316
Frameworks and SDKs 321
Renaming Parts of a Project 324
7. Nib Management. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 325
The Nib Editor Interface 326
Document Outline 328
Canvas 330
Inspectors and Libraries 332
Nib Loading 334
When Nibs Are Loaded 334
Manual Nib Loading 336
Connections 338
Outlets 338
The Nib Owner 340
Automatically Configured Nibs 343
Misconfigured Outlets 344
Deleting an Outlet 345
More Ways to Create Outlets 346
Outlet Collections 349
Action Connections 350
More Ways to Create Actions 352
Misconfigured Actions 353
Connections Between Nibs — Not! 354
Additional Configuration of Nib-Based Instances 354
8. Documentation. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 359
The Documentation Window 360
Class Documentation Pages 362
Sample Code 365
Quick Help 366
Symbols 367
Header Files 368
Internet Resources 369
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9. Life Cycle of a Project. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 371
Device Architecture and Conditional Code 371
Backward Compatibility 372
Device Type 374
Version Control 375
Editing and Navigating Your Code 377
Autocompletion 378
Snippets 380
Fix-it and Live Syntax Checking 381
Navigation 382
Finding 384
Running in the Simulator 385
Debugging 386
Caveman Debugging 386
The Xcode Debugger 389
Testing 395
Clean 401
Running on a Device 402
Running Without a Developer Program Membership 403
Obtaining a Developer Program Membership 404
Obtaining a Certificate 405
Obtaining a Development Provisioning Profile 407
Running the App 408
Profile and Device Management 409
Profiling 409
Gauges 410
Instruments 410
Localization 413
Localizing the Info.plist 414
Localizing a Nib File 416
Localizing Code Strings 418
Localizing With XML Files 420
Archiving and Distribution 422
Ad Hoc Distribution 424
Final App Preparations 426
Icons in the App 426
Other Icons 427
Launch Images 428
Screenshots and Video Previews 429
Property List Settings 430
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Submission to the App Store 431
Part III. Cocoa
10. Cocoa Classes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 437
Subclassing 437
Categories and Extensions 440
How Swift Uses Extensions 441
How You Use Extensions 441
How Cocoa Uses Categories 442
Protocols 443
Informal Protocols 445
Optional Methods 446
Some Foundation Classes 448
Useful Structs and Constants 448
NSString and Friends 450
NSDate and Friends 452
NSNumber 454
NSValue 455
NSData 456
Equality and Comparison 457
NSIndexSet 458
NSArray and NSMutableArray 459
NSDictionary and NSMutableDictionary 461
NSSet and Friends 462
NSNull 463
Immutable and Mutable 463
Property Lists 464
Accessors, Properties, and Key–Value Coding 465
Swift Accessors 466
Key–Value Coding 467
Uses of Key–Value Coding 468
KVC and Outlets 470
Key Paths 470
Array Accessors 471
The Secret Life of NSObject 472
11. Cocoa Events. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 475
Reasons for Events 475
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Subclassing 476
Notifications 477
Receiving a Notification 478
Unregistering 481
Posting a Notification 482
NSTimer 483
Delegation 484
Cocoa Delegation 484
Implementing Delegation 486
Data Sources 488
Actions 488
The Responder Chain 492
Deferring Responsibility 493
Nil-Targeted Actions 493
Key–Value Observing 494
Swamped by Events 498
Delayed Performance 501
12. Memory Management. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 505
Principles of Cocoa Memory Management 505
Rules of Cocoa Memory Management 506
What ARC Is and What It Does 508
How Cocoa Objects Manage Memory 508
Autorelease Pool 509
Memory Management of Instance Properties 511
Retain Cycles and Weak References 512
Unusual Memory Management Situations 514
Nib Loading and Memory Management 519
Memory Management of CFTypeRefs 520
Property Memory Management Policies 521
Debugging Memory Management Mistakes 524
13. Communication Between Objects. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 525
Visibility by Instantiation 526
Visibility by Relationship 528
Global Visibility 529
Notifications and KVO 530
Model–View–Controller 531
A. C, Objective-C, and Swift. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 535
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Index. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 561
Table of Contents | xi

Preface
On June 2, 2014, Apple’s WWDC keynote address ended with a shocking announce‐
ment: “We have a new programming language.” This came as a huge surprise to the
developer community, which was accustomed to Objective-C, warts and all, and doubt‐
ed that Apple could ever possibly relieve them from the weight of its venerable legacy.
The developer community, it appeared, had been wrong.
Having picked themselves up off the floor, developers immediately began to examine
this new language — Swift — studying it, critiquing it, and deciding whether to use it.
My own first move was to translate all my existing iOS apps into Swift; this was enough
to convince me that, for all its faults, Swift deserved to be adopted by new students of
iOSprogramming,andthatmybooks,therefore,shouldhenceforthassumethatreaders
are using Swift.
The Swift language is designed from the ground up with these salient features:
Object-orientation
Swift is a modern, object-oriented language. It is purely object-oriented: “Every‐
thing is an object.”
Clarity
Swift is easy to read and easy to write, with minimal syntactic sugar and few hidden
shortcuts. Its syntax is clear, consistent, and explicit.
Safety
Swift enforces strong typing to ensure that it knows, and that you know, what the
type of every object reference is at every moment.
Economy
Swift is a fairly small language, providing some basic types and functionalities and
no more. The rest must be provided by your code, or by libraries of code that you
use — such as Cocoa.
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Memory management
Swift manages memory automatically. You will rarely have to concern yourself with
memory management.
Cocoa compatibility
The Cocoa APIs are written in C and Objective-C. Swift is explicitly designed to
interface with most of the Cocoa APIs.
These features make Swift an excellent language for learning to program iOS.
The alternative, Objective-C, still exists, and you can use it if you like. Indeed, it is easy
to write an app that includes both Swift code and Objective-C code; and you may have
reason to do so. Objective-C, however, lacks the very advantages that Swift offers.
Objective-C agglomerates object-oriented features onto C. It is therefore only partially
object-oriented;ithasbothobjectsandscalardatatypes,anditsobjectshavetobeslotted
into one particular C data type (pointers). Its syntax can be difficult and tricky; reading
and writing nested method calls can make one’s eyes glaze over, and it invites hacky
habits such as implicit nil-testing. Its type checking can be and frequently is turned off,
resulting in programmer errors where a message is sent to the wrong type of object and
the program crashes. It uses manual memory management; the recent introduction of
ARC (automatic reference counting) has alleviated some of the programmer tedium
and has greatly reduced the likelihood of programmer error, but errors are still possible,
and memory management ultimately remains manual.
Recent revisions and additions to Objective-C — ARC, synthesis and autosynthesis,
improved literal array and dictionary syntax, blocks — have made it easier and more
convenient, but such patches have also made the language even larger and possibly even
more confusing. Because Objective-C must encompass C, there are limits to how far it
can be extended and revised. Swift, on the other hand, is a clean start. If you were to
dream of completely revising Objective-C to create a better Objective-C, Swift might be
what you would dream of. It puts a modern, rational front end between you and the
Cocoa Objective-C APIs.
Therefore, Swift is the programming language used throughout this book. Nevertheless,
the reader will also need some awareness of Objective-C (including C). The Foundation
and Cocoa APIs, the built-in commands with which your code must interact in order
to make anything happen on an iOS device, are still written in C and Objective-C. In
order to interact with them, you have to know what those languages would expect. For
example, in order to pass a Swift array where an NSArray is expected, you need to know
what consitutes an object acceptable as an element of an Objective-C NSArray.
Therefore, in this edition, although I do not attempt to teach Objective-C, I do describe
it in enough detail to allow you to read it when you encounter it in the documentation
and on the Internet, and I occasionally show some Objective-C code. Part III, on Cocoa,
is really all about learning to think the way Objective-C thinks — because the structure
and behavior of the Cocoa APIs are fundamentally based on Objective-C. And the book
xiv | Preface

ends with an appendix that details how Swift and Objective-C communicate with one
another, as well as detailing how your app can be written partly in Swift and partly in
Objective-C.
The Scope of This Book
This book is actually one of a pair with my Programming iOS 9, which picks up exactly
where this book leaves off. They complement and supplement one another. The two-
book architecture should, I believe, render the size and scope of each book tractable for
readers. Together, they provide a complete grounding in the knowledge needed to begin
writing iOS apps; thus, when you do start writing iOS apps, you’ll have a solid and
rigorous understanding of what you are doing and where you are heading. If writing
an iOS program is like building a house of bricks, this book teaches you what a brick is
and how to handle it, while Programming iOS 9 hands you some actual bricks and tells
you how to assemble them.
When you have read this book, you’ll know about Swift, Xcode, and the underpinnings
of the Cocoa framework, and you will be ready to proceed directly to Programming iOS
9. Conversely, Programming iOS 9 assumes a knowledge of this book; it begins, like
Homer’s Iliad, in the middle of the story, with the reader jumping with all four feet into
views and view controllers, and with a knowledge of the language and the Xcode IDE
already presupposed. If you started reading Programming iOS 9 and wondered about
such unexplained matters as Swift language basics, the UIApplicationMain function,
the nib-loading mechanism, Cocoa patterns of delegation and notification, and retain
cycles, wonder no longer — I didn’t explain them there because I do explain them here.
The three parts of this book teach the underlying basis of all iOS programming:
• Part I introduces the Swift language, from the ground up — I do not assume that
you know any other programming languages. My way of teaching Swift is different
from other treatments, such as Apple’s; it is systematic and Euclidean, with peda‐
gogical building blocks piled on one another in what I regard as the most helpful
order. At the same time, I have tried to confine myself to the essentials. Swift is not
a big language, but it has some subtle and unusual corners. You don’t need to dive
deep into all of these, and my discussion will leave many of them unexplored. You
will probably never encounter them, and if you do, you will have entered an ad‐
vancedSwiftworldoutsidethescopeofthisdiscussion.Togiveanobviousexample,
readers may be surprised to find that I never mention Swift playgrounds or the
REPL. My focus here is real-life iOS programming, and my explanation of Swift
therefore concentrates on those common, practical aspects of the language that, in
my experience, actually come into play in the course of programming iOS.
• Part II turns to Xcode, the world in which all iOS programming ultimately takes
place. It explains what an Xcode project is and how it is transformed into an app,
andhowtoworkcomfortablyandnimblywithXcodetoconsultthedocumentation
Preface | xv

and to write, navigate, and debug code, as well as how to bring your app through
the subsequent stages of running on a device and submission to the App Store.
Thereisalsoaveryimportantchapteronnibsandthenibeditor(InterfaceBuilder),
including outlets and actions as well as the mechanics of nib loading; however, such
specialized topics as autolayout constraints in the nib are postponed to the other
book.
• Part III introduces the Cocoa Touch framework. When you program for iOS, you
take advantage of a suite of frameworks provided by Apple. These frameworks,
taken together, constitute Cocoa; the brand of Cocoa that provides the API for
programming iOS is Cocoa Touch. Your code will ultimately be almost entirely
about communicating with Cocoa. The Cocoa Touch frameworks provide the un‐
derlying functionality that any iOS app needs to have. But to use a framework, you
have to think the way the framework thinks, put your code where the framework
expects it, and fulfill many obligations imposed on you by the framework. To make
things even more interesting, Cocoa uses Objective-C, while you’ll be using Swift:
you need to know how your Swift code will interface with Cocoa’s features and
behaviors. Cocoa provides important foundational classes and adds linguistic and
architectural devices such as categories, protocols, delegation, and notifications, as
well as the pervasive responsibilities of memory management. Key–value coding
and key–value observing are also discussed here.
The reader of this book will thus get a thorough grounding in the fundamental knowl‐
edge and techniques that any good iOS programmer needs. The book itself doesn’t show
how to write any particularly interesting iOS apps, but it does constantly use my own
real apps and real programming situations to illustrate and motivate its explanations.
And then you’ll be ready for Programming iOS 9, of course!
Versions
This book is geared to Swift 2.0, iOS 9, and Xcode 7.
In general, only very minimal attention is given to earlier versions of iOS and Xcode. It
is not my intention to embrace in this book any detailed knowledge about earlier ver‐
sions of the software, which is, after all, readily and compendiously available in my
earlier books. The book does contain, nevertheless, a few words of advice about back‐
ward compatibility (especially in Chapter 9).
The Swift language included with Xcode 7, Swift 2.0, has changed very significantly
from its immediate predecessor, Swift 1.2. If you were using Swift 1.2 previously, you’ll
almostcertainlyfindthatyourcodewon’tcompilewithSwift2.0withoutsomethorough
revision. Similarly, the code in this book, being written in Swift 2.0, is totally incom‐
patible with Swift 1.2. On the assumption that you might have some prior knowledge
of Swift 1.2, I call out, in the course of my discussion, most of the important language
features that are new or changed in Swift 2.0. But I do not describe or explain Swift 1.2
xvi | Preface

at all; if you need to know about it — though I can’t imagine why you would — consult
the previous edition of this book.
Acknowledgments
My thanks go first and foremost to the people at O’Reilly Media who have made writing
a book so delightfully easy: Rachel Roumeliotis, Sarah Schneider, Kristen Brown, Dan
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From the Programming iOS 4 Preface
A programming framework has a kind of personality, an overall flavor that provides an
insight into the goals and mindset of those who created it. When I first encountered
Cocoa Touch, my assessment of its personality was: “Wow, the people who wrote this
are really clever!” On the one hand, the number of built-in interface objects was severely
and deliberately limited; on the other hand, the power and flexibility of some of those
objects, especially such things as UITableView, was greatly enhanced over their OS X
counterparts. Even more important, Apple created a particularly brilliant way (UIView‐
Controller) to help the programmer make entire blocks of interface come and go and
supplant one another in a controlled, hierarchical manner, thus allowing that tiny
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iPhone display to unfold virtually into multiple interface worlds within a single app
without the user becoming lost or confused.
The popularity of the iPhone, with its largely free or very inexpensive apps, and the
subsequent popularity of the iPad, have brought and will continue to bring into the fold
many new programmers who see programming for these devices as worthwhile and
doable,eventhoughtheymaynothavefeltthesamewayaboutOSX.Apple’sownannual
WWDC developer conventions have reflected this trend, with their emphasis shifted
from OS X to iOS instruction.
The widespread eagerness to program iOS, however, though delightful on the one hand,
has also fostered a certain tendency to try to run without first learning to walk. iOS gives
the programmer mighty powers that can seem as limitless as imagination itself, but it
alsohasfundamentals.Ioftenseequestionsonlinefromprogrammerswhoareevidently
deep into the creation of some interesting app, but who are stymied in a way that reveals
quite clearly that they are unfamiliar with the basics of the very world in which they are
so happily cavorting.
It is this state of affairs that has motivated me to write this book, which is intended to
ground the reader in the fundamentals of iOS. I love Cocoa and have long wished to
write about it, but it is iOS and its popularity that has given me a proximate excuse to
do so. Here I have attempted to marshal and expound, in what I hope is a pedagogically
helpful and instructive yet ruthlessly Euclidean and logical order, the principles and
elements on which sound iOS programming rests. My hope, as with my previous books,
isthatyouwillbothreadthisbookcovertocover(learningsomethingnewoftenenough
to keep you turning the pages) and keep it by you as a handy reference.
This book is not intended to disparage Apple’s own documentation and example
projects. They are wonderful resources and have become more wonderful as time goes
on. I have depended heavily on them in the preparation of this book. But I also find that
they don’t fulfill the same function as a reasoned, ordered presentation of the facts. The
online documentation must make assumptions as to how much you already know; it
can’t guarantee that you’ll approach it in a given order. And online documentation is
more suitable to reference than to instruction. A fully written example, no matter how
well commented, is difficult to follow; it demonstrates, but it does not teach.
A book, on the other hand, has numbered chapters and sequential pages; I can assume
you know views before you know view controllers for the simple reason that Part I
precedes Part II. And along with facts, I also bring to the table a degree of experience,
which I try to communicate to you. Throughout this book you’ll find me referring to
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assume that, in the course of things, you will otherwise fall into them just as naturally
as I did as I was learning. You’ll also see me construct many examples piece by piece or
extract and explain just one tiny portion of a larger app. It is not a massive finished
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PART I
Language
This part of the book teaches the Swift language, from the ground up. The description
is rigorous and orderly. Here you’ll become sufficiently conversant with Swift to be
comfortable with it, so that you can proceed to the practical business of actual pro‐
gramming.
• Chapter 1 surveys the structure of a Swift program, both physically and conceptu‐
ally. You’ll learn how Swift code files are organized, and you’ll be introduced to the
most important underlying concepts of the object-oriented Swift language: vari‐
ables and functions, scopes and namespaces, object types and their instances.
• Chapter 2 explores Swift functions. We start with the basics of how functions are
declared and called; then we discuss parameters — external parameter names, de‐
fault parameters, and variadic parameters. Then we dive deep into the power of
Swiftfunctions,withanexplanationoffunctionsinsidefunctions,functionsasfirst-
class values, anonymous functions, functions as closures, and curried functions.
• Chapter 3 starts with Swift variables — their scope and lifetime, and how they are
declared and initialized, along with important Swift features such as computed
variables and setter observers. Then some important built-in Swift types are intro‐
duced, including Booleans, numbers, strings, ranges, tuples, and Optionals.
• Chapter 4 is all about Swift object types — classes, structs, and enums. It explains
how these three object types work, and how you declare, instantiate, and use them.
Thenitproceedstopolymorphismandcasting,protocols,generics,andextensions.
The chapter concludes with a discussion of Swift’s umbrella types, such as AnyOb‐
ject, and collection types — Array, Dictionary, and Set (including option sets, the
new Swift 2.0 way of expressing bitmasks).

• Chapter5isamiscellany.WestartwithSwift’sflowcontrolstructuresforbranching,
looping,andjumping,includingamajornewSwift2.0feature,errorhandling.Then
I’ll explain how to create your own Swift operators. The chapter concludes by de‐
scribing Swift access control (privacy), introspection (reflection), and memory
management.

CHAPTER 1
The Architecture of Swift
It will be useful at the outset for you to have a general sense of how the Swift language
is constructed and what a Swift-based iOS program looks like. This chapter will survey
the overall architecture and nature of the Swift language. Subsequent chapters will fill
in the details.
Ground of Being
A complete Swift command is a statement. A Swift text file consists of multiple lines of
text. Line breaks are meaningful. The typical layout of a program is one statement, one
line:
print(hello)
print(world)
(The print command provides instant feedback in the Xcode console.)
You can combine more than one statement on a line, but then you need to put a semi‐
colon between them:
print(hello); print(world)
You are free to put a semicolon at the end of a statement that is last or alone on its line,
but no one ever does (except out of habit, because C and Objective-C require the sem‐
icolon):
print(hello);
print(world);
Conversely, a single statement can be broken into multiple lines, in order to prevent
long statements from becoming long lines. But you should try to do this at sensible
places so as not to confuse Swift. For example, after an opening parenthesis is a good
place:
3

print(
world)
Comments are everything after two slashes in a line (so-called C++-style comments):
print(world) // this is a comment, so Swift ignores it
You can also enclose comments in /*...*/, as in C. Unlike C, C-style comments can
be nested.
Many constructs in Swift use curly braces as delimiters:
class Dog {
func bark() {
print(woof)
}
}
By convention, the contents of curly braces are preceded and followed by line breaks
and are indented for clarity, as shown in the preceding code. Xcode will help impose
this convention, but the truth is that Swift doesn’t care, and layouts like this are legal
(and are sometimes more convenient):
class Dog { func bark() { print(woof) }}
Swift is a compiled language. This means that your code must build — passing through
the compiler and being turned from text into some lower-level form that a computer
can understand — before it can run and actually do the things it says to do. The Swift
compiler is very strict; in the course of writing a program, you will often try to build
and run, only to discover that you can’t even build in the first place, because the compiler
will flag some error, which you will have to fix if you want the code to run. Less often,
the compiler will let you off with a warning; the code can run, but in general you should
take warnings seriously and fix whatever they are telling you about. The strictness of
the compiler is one of Swift’s greatest strengths, and provides your code with a large
measure of audited correctness even before it ever starts running.
The Swift compiler’s error and warning messages range from the insightful to the
obtuse to the downright misleading. You will often know that something is wrong
with a line of code, but the Swift compiler will not be telling you clearly exactly
what is wrong or even where in the line to focus your attention. My advice in these
situations is to pull the line apart into several lines of simpler code until you reach
a point where you can guess what the issue is. Try to love the compiler despite the
occasional unhelpful nature of its messages. Remember, it knows more than you
do, even if it is sometimes rather inarticulate about its knowledge.
4 | Chapter 1: The Architecture of Swift

Everything Is an Object?
In Swift, “everything is an object.” That’s a boast common to various modern object-
oriented languages, but what does it mean? Well, that depends on what you mean by
“object” — and what you mean by “everything.”
Let’s start by stipulating that an object, roughly speaking, is something you can send a
message to. A message, roughly speaking, is an imperative instruction. For example,
you can give commands to a dog: “Bark!” “Sit!” In this analogy, those phrases are mes‐
sages, and the dog is the object to which you are sending those messages.
In Swift, the syntax of message-sending is dot-notation. We start with the object; then
there’s a dot (a period); then there’s the message. (Some messages are also followed by
parentheses, but ignore them for now; the full syntax of message-sending is one of those
details we’ll be filling in later.) This is valid Swift syntax:
fido.bark()
rover.sit()
The idea of everything being an object is a way of suggesting that even “primitive” lin‐
guistic entities can be sent messages. Take, for example, 1. It appears to be a literal digit
and no more. It will not surprise you, if you’ve ever used any programming language,
that you can say things like this in Swift:
let sum = 1 + 2
But it is surprising to find that 1 can be followed by a dot and a message. This is legal
and meaningful in Swift (don’t worry about what it actually means):
let x = 1.successor()
But we can go further. Return to that innocent-looking 1 + 2 from our earlier code. It
turns out that this is actually a kind of syntactic trickery, a convenient way of expressing
and hiding what’s really going on. Just as 1 is actually an object, + is actually a message;
but it’s a message with special syntax (operator syntax). In Swift, every noun is an object,
and every verb is a message.
Perhaps the ultimate acid test for whether something is an object in Swift is whether
you can modify it. An object type can be extended in Swift, meaning that you can define
your own messages on that type. For example, you can’t normally send the sayHello
message to a number. But you can change a number type so that you can:
extension Int {
func sayHello() {
print(Hello, I'm (self))
}
}
1.sayHello() // outputs: Hello, I'm 1
I rest my case.
Everything Is an Object? | 5

In Swift, then, 1 is an object. In some languages, such as Objective-C, it clearly is not;
it is a “primitive” or scalar built-in data type. The distinction being drawn here, then,
when we say that “everything is an object,” is between object types on the one hand and
scalars on the other. In Swift, there are no scalars; all types are ultimately object types.
That’s what “everything is an object” really means.
Three Flavors of Object Type
If you know Objective-C or some other object-oriented language, you may be surprised
by Swift’s notion of what kind of object 1 is. In many languages, such as Objective-C,
an object is a class or an instance of a class. Swift has classes and instances, and you can
send messages to them; but 1 in Swift is neither of those: it’s a struct. And Swift has yet
another kind of thing you can send messages to, called an enum.
So Swift has three kinds of object type: classes, structs, and enums. I like to refer to these
as the three flavors of object type. Exactly how they differ from one another will emerge
in due course. But they are all very definitely object types, and their similarities to one
another are far stronger than their differences. For now, just bear in mind that these
three flavors exist.
(The fact that a struct or enum is an object type in Swift will surprise you particularly
if you know Objective-C. Objective-C has structs and enums, but they are not objects.
Swift structs, in particular, are much more important and pervasive than Objective-C
structs. This difference between how Swift views structs and enums and how Objective-
C views them can matter when you are talking to Cocoa.)
Variables
A variable is a name for an object. Technically, it refers to an object; it is an object
reference. Nontechnically, you can think of it as a shoebox into which an object is placed.
The object may undergo changes, or it may be replaced inside the shoebox by another
object, but the name has an integrity all its own.
In Swift, no variable comes implicitly into existence; all variables must be declared. If
you need a name for something, you must say “I’m creating a name.” You do this with
one of two keywords: let or var. In Swift, declaration is usually accompanied by
initialization — you use an equal sign to give the variable a value, right there as part of
the declaration. These are both variable declarations (and initializations):
let one = 1
var two = 2
Once the name exists, you are free to use it. For example, we can change the value of
what’s in two to be the same as the value of what’s in one:

let one = 1
var two = 2
two = one
The last line of that code uses both the name one and the name two declared in the first
two lines: the name one, on the right side of the equal sign, is used merely to refer to the
value inside the shoebox (namely 1); but the name two, on the left side of the equal sign,
is used to replace the value inside the shoebox. A statement like that, with a variable
name on the left side of an equal sign, is called an assignment, and the equal sign is the
assignment operator. The equal sign is not an assertion of equality, as it might be in an
algebraic formula; it is a command. It means: “Get the value of what’s on the right side
of me, and use it to replace the value inside what’s on the left side of me.”
The two kinds of variable declaration differ in that a name declared with let cannot
have its object replaced. A variable declared with let is a constant; its value is assigned
once and stays. This won’t even compile:
let one = 1
var two = 2
one = two // compile error
It is always possible to declare a name with var to give yourself the most flexibility, but
if you know you’re never going to replace the initial value of a variable, it’s better to use
let, as this permits Swift to behave more efficiently — so much more efficiently, in fact,
that the Swift compiler will actually call your attention to any case of your using var
where you could have used let, offering to change it for you.
Variables also have a type. This type is established when the variable is declared and can
never change. For example, this won’t compile:
var two = 2
two = hello // compile error
Once two is declared and initialized as 2, it is a number (properly speaking, an Int) and
it must always be so. You can replace its value with 1 because that’s also an Int, but you
can’t replace its value with hello because that’s a string (properly speaking, a String)
— and a String is not an Int.
Variables literally have a life of their own — more accurately, a lifetime of their own. As
long as a variable exists, it keeps its value alive. Thus, a variable can be not only a way
of conveniently naming something, but also a way of preserving it. I’ll have more to say
about that later.
By convention, type names such as String or Int (or Dog or Cat) start with a capital
letter; variable names start with a small letter. Do not violate this convention. If you
do, your code might still compile and run just fine, but I will personally send agents
to your house to remove your kneecaps in the dead of night.
Variables | 7

Functions
Executable code, like fido.bark() or one = two, cannot go just anywhere. In general,
it must live inside the body of a function. A function is a batch of code that can be told,
as a batch, to run. Typically, a function has a name, and it gets that name through a
function declaration. Function declaration syntax is another of those details that will be
filled in later, but here’s an example:
func go() {
let one = 1
var two = 2
two = one
}
That describes a sequence of things to do — declare one, declare two, change the value
of two to match the value of one — and it gives that sequence a name, go; but it doesn’t
perform the sequence. The sequence is performed when someone calls the function.
Thus, we might say, elsewhere:
go()
That is a command to the go function that it should actually run. But again, that com‐
mand is itself executable code, so it cannot live on its own either. It might live in the
body of a different function:
func doGo() {
go()
}
But wait! This is getting a little nutty. That, too, is just a function declaration; to run it,
someone must call doGo, and that’s executable code too. This seems like some kind of
infinite regression; it looks like none of our code will ever run. If all executable code has
to live in a function, who will tell any function to run? The initial impetus must come
from somewhere.
In real life, fortunately, this regression problem doesn’t arise. Remember that your goal
is ultimately to write an iOS app. Thus, your app will be run on an iOS device (or the
Simulator) by a runtime that already wants to call certain functions. So you start by
writing special functions that you know the runtime itself will call. That gives your app
awaytogetstartedandgivesyouplacestoputfunctionsthatwillbecalledbytheruntime
at key moments — such as when the app launches, or when the user taps a button in
your app’s interface.
Swift also has a special rule that a file called main.swift, exceptionally, can have
executable code at its top level, outside any function body, and this is the code that
actually runs when the program runs. You can construct your app with a main.swift
file, but in general you won’t need to.

The Structure of a Swift File
A Swift program can consist of one file or many files. In Swift, a file is a meaningful
unit, and there are definite rules about the structure of the Swift code that can go inside
it. (I’m assuming that we are not in a main.swift file.) Only certain things can go at the
top level of a Swift file — chiefly the following:
Module import statements
A module is an even higher-level unit than a file. A module can consist of multiple
files, and in Swift, the files within a module can all see each other automatically; but
a module can’t see another module without an import statement. For example, that
is how you are able to talk to Cocoa in an iOS program: the first line of your file
says import UIKit.
Variable declarations
A variable declared at the top level of a file is a global variable: it lives as long as the
program runs.
Function declarations
A function declared at the top level of a file is a global function: all code will be able
to see and call it, without sending a message to any object.
Object type declarations
The declaration for a class, a struct, or an enum.
For example, this is a legal Swift file containing (just to demonstrate that it can be done)
an import statement, a variable declaration, a function declaration, a class declaration,
a struct declaration, and an enum declaration:
import UIKit
var one = 1
func changeOne() {
}
class Manny {
}
struct Moe {
}
enum Jack {
}
That’s a very silly and mostly empty example, but remember, our goal is to survey the
parts of the language and the structure of a file, and the example shows them.
Furthermore, the curly braces for each of the things in that example can all have variable
declarations, function declarations, and object type declarations within them! Indeed,
any structural curly braces can contain such declarations. So, for example, the keyword
if (which is part of Swift’s flow control, discussed in Chapter 5) is followed by structural
The Structure of a Swift File | 9

curly braces, and they can contain variable declarations, function declarations, and ob‐
ject type declarations. This code, while silly, is legal:
func silly() {
if true {
class Cat {}
var one = 1
one = one + 1
}
}
You’ll notice that I did not say that executable code can go at the top level of a file. That’s
because it can’t! Only a function body can contain executable code. It can contain exe‐
cutable code at any depth within itself; in the preceding code, the line one = one + 1,
which is executable code, is legal because it is inside the if construct, which is inside a
function body. But the line one = one + 1 cannot go at the top level of the file; and it
cannot go directly inside the Cat declaration’s curly braces.
Example 1-1 is a legal Swift file, schematically illustrating the structural possibilities.
(Ignore the hanky-panky with the name variable declaration inside the enum declaration
for Jack; enum top-level variables have some special rules that I’ll explain later.)
Example 1-1. Schematic structure of a legal Swift file
import UIKit
var one = 1
func changeOne() {
let two = 2
func sayTwo() {
print(two)
}
class Klass {}
struct Struct {}
enum Enum {}
one = two
}
class Manny {
let name = manny
func sayName() {
print(name)
}
class Klass {}
struct Struct {}
enum Enum {}
}
struct Moe {
let name = moe
func sayName() {
print(name)
}
class Klass {}

struct Struct {}
enum Enum {}
}
enum Jack {
var name : String {
return jack
}
func sayName() {
print(name)
}
class Klass {}
struct Struct {}
enum Enum {}
}
Obviously, we can recurse down as far we like: we could have a class declaration con‐
tainingaclassdeclarationcontainingaclassdeclaration…andsoon.Butthere’snopoint
illustrating that.
Scope and Lifetime
In a Swift program, things have a scope. This refers to their ability to be seen by other
things. Things are nested inside of other things, making a nested hierarchy of things.
The rule is that things can see things at their own level and higher. The levels are:
• A module is a scope.
• A file is a scope.
• An object declaration is a scope.
• Curly braces are a scope.
When something is declared, it is declared at some level within that hierarchy. Its place
in the hierarchy — its scope — determines whether it can be seen by other things.
LookagainatExample1-1.InsidethedeclarationofMannyisanamevariabledeclaration
andasayName functiondeclaration;thecodeinsidesayName’scurlybracescanseethings
outside those curly braces at a higher level, and can therefore see the name variable.
Similarly, the code inside the body of the changeOne function can see the one variable
declared at the top level of the file; indeed, everything throughout this file can see the
one variable declared at the top level of the file.
Scope is thus a very important way of sharing information. Two different functions
declared inside Manny would both be able to see the name declared at Manny’s top level.
Code inside Jack and code inside Moe can both see the one declared at the file’s top level.
Things also have a lifetime, which is effectively equivalent to their scope. A thing lives
as long as its surrounding scope lives. Thus, in Example 1-1, the variable one lives as
Scope and Lifetime | 11

long as the file lives — namely, as long the program runs. It is global and persistent. But
the variable name declared at the top level of Manny exists only so long as Manny exists
(I’ll talk in a moment about what that means). Things declared at a deeper level live
even shorter lifetimes; for example, let’s return to this code:
func silly() {
if true {
class Cat {}
var one = 1
one = one + 1
}
}
In that code, the class Cat and the variable one exist only during the brief instant that
the path of code execution passes through the if construct. When the function silly is
called, the path of execution enters the if construct. Here, Cat is declared and comes
into existence; then one is declared and comes into existence; then the executable line
one = one + 1 is executed; and then the scope ends and both Cat and one vanish in a
puff of smoke.
Object Members
Inside the three object types (class, struct, and enum), things declared at the top level
have special names, mostly for historical reasons. Let’s use the Manny class as an ex‐
ample:
class Manny {
let name = manny
func sayName() {
print(name)
}
}
In that code:
• name is a variable declared at the top level of an object declaration, so it is called a
property of that object.
• sayName is a function declared at the top level of an object declaration, so it is called
a method of that object.
Things declared at the top level of an object declaration — properties, methods, and
any objects declared at that level — are collectively the members of that object. Members
have a special significance, because they define the messages you are allowed to send to
that object!

Namespaces
A namespace is a named region of a program. A namespace has the property that the
names of things inside it cannot be reached by things outside it without somehow first
passing through the barrier of saying that region’s name. This is a good thing because it
allows the same name to be used in different places without a conflict. Clearly, name‐
spaces and scopes are closely related notions.
Namespaces help to explain the significance of declaring an object at the top level of an
object, like this:
class Manny {
class Klass {}
}
This way of declaring Klass makes Klass a nested type. It effectively “hides” Klass inside
Manny. Manny is a namespace! Code inside Manny can see (and say) Klass directly. But
code outside Manny can’t do that. It has to specify the namespace explicitly in order to
pass through the barrier that the namespace represents. To do so, it must say Manny’s
name first, followed by a dot, followed by the term Klass. In short, it has to say
Manny.Klass.
The namespace does not, of itself, provide secrecy or privacy; it’s a convenience. Thus,
in Example 1-1, I gave Manny a Klass class, and I also gave Moe a Klass class. But they
don’t conflict, because they are in different namespaces, and I can differentiate them, if
necessary, as Manny.Klass and Moe.Klass.
It will not have escaped your attention that the syntax for diving explicitly into a name‐
space is the message-sending dot-notation syntax. They are, in fact, the same thing.
In effect, message-sending allows you to see into scopes you can’t see into otherwise.
Code inside Moe can’t automatically see the Klass declared inside Manny, but it can see
it by taking one easy extra step, namely by speaking of Manny.Klass. It can do that
because it can see Manny (because Manny is declared at a level that code inside Moe
can see).
Modules
The top-level namespaces are modules. By default, your app is a module and hence a
namespace; that namespace’s name is, roughly speaking, the name of the app. For ex‐
ample, if my app is called MyApp, then if I declare a class Manny at the top level of a file,
that class’s real name is MyApp.Manny. But I don’t usually need to use that real name,
because my code is already inside the same namespace, and can see the name Manny
directly.
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Frameworks are also modules, and hence they are also namespaces. For example, Co‐
coa’s Foundation framework, where NSString lives, is a module. When you program
iOS, you will say import Foundation (or, more likely, you’ll say import UIKit, which
itself imports Foundation), thus allowing you to speak of NSString without saying
Foundation.NSString. But you could say Foundation.NSString, and if you were so
silly as to declare a different NSString in your own module, you would have to say
Foundation.NSString, in order to differentiate them. You can also create your own
frameworks, and these, too, will be modules.
Thus, above and beyond the level of the file, as shown in Example 1-1, are any libraries
(modules) that the file imports. Your code always implicitly imports Swift itself. You
could make this explicit by starting a file with the line import Swift; there is no need
to do this, but it does no harm either.
That fact is important, because it solves a major mystery: where do things like print
come from, and why is it possible to use them outside of any message to any object?
print is in fact a function declared at the top level of the Swift.h header file — which
your file can see exactly because it imports Swift. It is thus an ordinary top-level function
likeanyother.YoucouldsaythingslikeSwift.print(hello),butyouprobablynever
will, because there’s no name conflict to resolve.
You can actually see the Swift.h file and read it and study it, and this can be a useful
thing to do. To do so, Command-click the term print in your code. Alternatively,
explicitly import Swift and Command-click the term Swift. Behold, there’s the
Swift header file! You won’t see any executable Swift code here, but you will see the
declarations for all the available Swift terms, including top-level functions like print,
operators like +, and declarations of built-in types such as Int and String (look for
struct Int, struct String, and so on).
Instances
Object types — class, struct, and enum — have an important feature in common: they
can be instantiated. In effect, when you declare an object type, you are only defining a
type. To instantiate a type is to make a thing — an instance — of that type.
So, for example, I can declare a Dog class, and I can give my class a method:
class Dog {
func bark() {
print(woof)
}
}
But I don’t actually have any Dog objects in my program yet. I have merely described
the type of thing a Dog would be if I had one. To get an actual Dog, I have to make one.

Figure 1-1. Making an instance and calling an instance method
The process of making an actual Dog object whose type is the Dog class is the process
of instantiating Dog. The result is a new object — a Dog instance.
In Swift, instances can be created by using the object type’s name as a function name
and calling the function. This involves using parentheses. When you append parenthe‐
ses to the name of an object type, you are sending a very special kind of message to that
object type: Instantiate yourself!
So now I’m going to make a Dog instance:
let fido = Dog()
There’s a lot going on in that code! I did two things. I instantiated Dog, thus causing me
to end up with a Dog instance. I also put that Dog instance into a shoebox called fido
— I declared a variable and initialized the variable by assigning my new Dog instance
to it. Now fido is a Dog instance. (Moreover, because I used let, fido will always be
this same Dog instance. I could have used var instead, but even then, initializing fido
as a Dog instance would have meant fido could only be some Dog instance after that.)
Now that I have a Dog instance, I can send instance messages to it. And what do you
suppose they are? They are Dog’s properties and methods! For example:
let fido = Dog()
fido.bark()
That code is legal. Not only that, it is effective: it actually does cause woof to appear
in the console. I made a Dog and I made it bark! (See Figure 1-1.)
Instances | 15

There’s an important lesson here, so let me pause to emphasize it. By default, properties
and methods are instance properties and methods. You can’t use them as messages to
the object type itself; you have to have an instance to send those messages to. As things
stand, this is illegal and won’t compile:
Dog.bark() // compile error
It is possible to declare a function bark in such a way that saying Dog.bark() is legal,
but that would be a different kind of function — a class function or a static function —
and you would need to say so when you declare it.
The same thing is true of properties. To illustrate, let’s give Dog a name property. The
only respect in which any Dog has had a name up to now has been the name of the
variable to which it is assigned. But that name is not intrinsic to the Dog object itself.
The name property will be:
class Dog {
var name =
}
That allows me to set a Dog’s name, but it needs to be an instance of Dog:
let fido = Dog()
fido.name = Fido
It is possible to declare a property name in such a way that saying Dog.name is legal, but
that would be a different kind of property — a class property or a static property — and
you would need to say so when you declare it.
Why Instances?
Even if there were no such thing as an instance, an object type is itself an object. We
know this because it is possible to send a message to an object type: it is possible to treat
an object type as a namespace and to dive explicitly into that namespace (the phrase
Manny.Klass is a case in point). Moreover, since class and static members exist, it is
possible to call a method directly on a class, a struct, or an enum type, and to refer to a
property of a class, a struct, or an enum type. Why, then, do instances exist at all?
The answer has mostly to do with the nature of instance properties. The value of an
instancepropertyisdefinedwithrespecttoaparticularinstance.Thisiswhereinstances
get their real usefulness and power.
Consider again our Dog class. I’ll give it a name property and a bark method; remember,
these are an instance property and an instance method:

class Dog {
var name =
func bark() {
print(woof)
}
}
A Dog instance comes into existence with a blank name (an empty string). But its name
property is a var, so once we have any Dog instance, we can assign to its name a new
String value:
let dog1 = Dog()
dog1.name = Fido
We can also ask for a Dog instance’s name:
let dog1 = Dog()
dog1.name = Fido
print(dog1.name) // Fido
The important thing is that we can make more than one Dog instance, and that two
different Dog instances can have two different name property values (Figure 1-2):
let dog1 = Dog()
dog1.name = Fido
let dog2 = Dog()
dog2.name = Rover
print(dog2.name) // Rover
Note that a Dog instance’s name property has nothing to do with the name of the variable
to which a Dog instance is assigned. The variable is just a shoebox. You can pass an
instance from one shoebox to another. But the instance itself maintains its own internal
integrity:
let dog1 = Dog()
dog1.name = Fido
var dog2 = Dog()
dog2.name = Rover
print(dog2.name) // Rover
dog2 = dog1
Thatcodedidn’tchangeRover’sname;itchangedwhichdogwasinsidethedog2shoebox,
replacing Rover with Fido.
The full power of object-based programming has now emerged. There is a Dog object
type which defines what it is to be a Dog. Our declaration of Dog says that a Dog instance
— any Dog instance, every Dog instance — has a name property and a bark method. But
each Dog instance can have its own name property value. They are different instances
and maintain their own internal state. So multiple instances of the same object type
Why Instances? | 17

Figure 1-2. Two dogs with different property values
behave alike — both Fido and Rover can bark, and will do so when they are sent the
bark message — but they are different instances and can have different property values:
Fido’s name is Fido while Rover’s name is Rover.
(The same thing is true of 1 and 2, though this fact is somewhat more opaque. An Int
has a value property. 1 is an Int whose value is 1, and 2 is an Int whose value is 2.
However, this fact is of less interest in real life, because obviously you’re not going to
change the value of 1!)
So an instance is a reflection of the instance methods of its type, but that isn’t all it is;
it’s also a collection of instance properties. The object type is responsible for what
properties the instance has, but not necessarily for the values of those properties. The
values can change as the program runs, and apply only to a particular instance. An
instance is a cluster of particular property values.
An instance is responsible not only for the values but also for the lifetimes of its prop‐
erties. Suppose we bring a Dog instance into existence and assign to its name property
the value Fido. Then this Dog instance is keeping the string Fido alive just so long
as we do not replace the value of its name with some other value and just so long as this
instance lives.
In short, an instance is both code and data. The code it gets from its type and in a sense
is shared with all other instances of that type, but the data belong to it alone. The data

can persist as long as the instance persists. The instance has, at every moment, a state
— the complete collection of its own personal property values. An instance is a device
for maintaining state. It’s a box for storage of data.
self
An instance is an object, and an object is the recipient of messages. Thus, an instance
needs a way of sending a message to itself. This is made possible by the magic word
self. This word can be used wherever an instance of the appropriate type is expected.
For example, let’s say I want to keep the thing that a Dog says when it barks — namely
woof — in a property. Then in my implementation of bark I need to refer to that
property. I can do it like this:
class Dog {
var name =
var whatADogSays = woof
func bark() {
print(self.whatADogSays)
}
}
Similarly, let’s say I want to write an instance method speak which is merely a synonym
for bark. My speak implementation can consist of simply calling my own bark method.
I can do it like this:
class Dog {
var name =
func bark() {
}
func speak() {
self.bark()
}
}
Observe that the term self in that example appears only in instance methods. When
an instance’s code says self, it is referring to this instance. If the expression self.name
appears in a Dog instance method’s code, it means the name of this Dog instance, the
one whose code is running at that moment.
It turns out that every use of the word self I’ve just illustrated is completely optional.
You can omit it and all the same things will happen:
class Dog {
var name =
func bark() {
print(whatADogSays)
self | 19

}
func speak() {
bark()
}
}
The reason is that if you omit the message recipient and the message you’re sending can
be sent to self, the compiler supplies self as the message’s recipient under the hood.
However, I never do that (except by mistake). As a matter of style, I like to be explicit in
my use of self. I find code that omits self harder to read and understand. And there
are situations where you must say self, so I prefer to use it whenever I’m allowed to.
Privacy
Earlier, I said that a namespace is not, of itself, an insuperable barrier to accessing the
names inside it. But it can act as a barrier if you want it to. For example, not all data
stored by an instance is intended for alteration by, or even visibility to, another instance.
And not every instance method is intended to be called by other instances. Any decent
object-based programming language needs a way to endow its object members with
privacy — a way of making it harder for other objects to see those members if they are
not supposed to be seen.
Consider, for example:
class Dog {
var name =
func bark() {
}
func speak() {
}
}
Here, other objects can come along and change my property whatADogSays. Since that
property is used by both bark and speak, we could easily end up with a Dog that, when
told to bark, says meow. This seems somehow undesirable:
let dog1 = Dog()
dog1.whatADogSays = meow
dog1.bark() // meow
You might reply: Well, silly, why did you declare whatADogSays with var? Declare it with
let instead. Make it a constant! Now no one can change it:
class Dog {
var name =
let whatADogSays = woof
func bark() {

}
func speak() {
}
}
That is a good answer, but it is not quite good enough. There are two problems. Suppose
I want a Dog instance itself to be able to change self.whatADogSays. Then whatADog-
Says has to be a var; otherwise, even the instance itself can’t change it. Also, suppose I
don’t want any other object to know what this Dog says, except by calling bark or
speak. Even when declared with let, other objects can still read the value of whatADog-
Says. Maybe I don’t like that.
To solve this problem, Swift provides the private keyword. I’ll talk later about all the
ramificationsofthiskeyword,butfornowit’senoughtoknowthatitsolvestheproblem:
class Dog {
var name =
private var whatADogSays = woof
func bark() {
}
func speak() {
}
}
Now name is a public property, but whatADogSays is a private property: it can’t be seen
by other objects. A Dog instance can speak of self.whatADogSays, but a different object
with a reference to a Dog instance as, say, dog1 cannot say dog1.whatADogSays.
The important lesson here is that object members are public by default, and if you want
privacy,youhavetoaskforit.Theclassdeclarationdefinesanamespace;thisnamespace
requires that other objects use an extra level of dot-notation to refer to what’s inside the
namespace, but other objects can still refer to what’s inside the namespace; the name‐
space does not, in and of itself, close any doors of visibility. The private keyword lets
you close those doors.
Design
You now know what an object is, and what an instance is. But what object types will
your program need, what methods and properties should they have, when and how will
they be instantiated, and what should you do with those instances when you have them?
Unfortunately I can’t tell you that; it’s an art — the art of object-based programming.
What I can tell you is what your chief considerations are going to be as you design and
implement an object-based program — the process that I call growing a program.
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They stood there, silent and sorrowful, and with watchers and
their own dangers far from their thoughts, and then one threw out a
wonder as to how Jessie had got into the water.
“Fell in, maybe?” suggested one.
“Or jumped in, mair likely,” said another. “The puir thing has been
fretting her life away for Wull Smeaton. I aye thoucht it wad come to
this. She was far owre gude for him.”
“Maybe he helped her in,” darkly suggested a third. “I’ve seen
them often walking here thegither, and he’s a perfect brute when
he’s in a passion. He wad ding her in as sune as look at her.”
This last suggestion found most acceptance. These men knew
Smeaton thoroughly—his fiery temper, brutal strength, and impulsive
ferocity—and had little doubt but his hand had sent the poor girl to
her watery grave. Their only difficulty was how to act in the
dilemma.
One thought that it would be safest, in order to avoid awkward
questioning by those in authority, to quietly slip the body into the
water again, stow away their net in its usual hiding-place, and drop
work for the night; but this proposal was not well received, for Jessie
was a general favourite, and was admired from a distance by the
roughest in the place. While they stood thus in doubt, one of them
suddenly exclaimed—
“Deid folk dinna bleed! She’s maybe living yet—let’s gie the puir
thing a chance—row her on the grass—lift up her airms—dae
onything that’s like to bring her roond.”
The result of this electrifying speech was that the whole gang
lent a hand in the rough and ready means of restoration, and, with
such good effect, that very shortly the supposed drowned girl gave

signs of life, though not of consciousness. Thus encouraged, the
men made a litter of their coats, and ran with her to the nearest
cottage, where she was put to bed, and tended and nursed as
carefully as if she had been in her own home.
Jessie’s parents were sent for and informed as gently as possible
of the accident, and their first exclamation on reaching their
daughter’s side was—“Oh, the villain! this is Smeaton’s wark!”
Jessie was able to recognise her father, and smile faintly when he
took her hand in his own, but she was too weak to give any account
of the accident or crime till next morning. By that time the flight of
Smeaton had been discovered, and telegrams despatched ordering
his arrest and detention; and when Jessie woke she found not only
the lieutenant of police, but a magistrate at her bedside, ready to
hear her statement and act upon her charge. Then they all were
surprised to find that Jessie had no charge to make. She would not,
by as much as a look, admit that Smeaton had thrown her into the
water, or even struck her so as to cause her to fall in or receive the
wound on her temple. How had the accident happened then?
“I must have fallen in,” said Jessie, after a long pause, and with
tears in her eyes.
“Yes, you must have fallen in,” impatiently interposed her father,
who positively hated her lover, “or you could never have been picked
out, but was the falling in purely accidental? Surely, Jessie, I have
trained you well enough in truthfulness to be able to rely on your
answer in a matter of life and death?”
“Yes, father, dear,” meekly answered Jessie, with fresh tears. “I
will always be truthful. But I cannot answer every question. I would
rather die and be at rest.”

“If this wretch attempted to drown you—to take your life—do you
think you are doing right to screen him from the just punishment of
his crime?” sternly observed her father.
“Will would never attempt such a thing,” warmly answered the
girl. “He has faults—though not so many as people imagine—but
that he would never do. It is not in his nature.”
“The police are after him now, and likely to get him, and when
he is tried you will be forced to speak the truth,” said her father;
“you will be the principal witness, and if you do not speak the whole
truth, you will be sent to prison yourself.”
“I will never say anything against him though they cut me in
pieces,” said Jessie, with a deep sigh. “Why did they take me out of
the river? It would have been better to let me lie than torture me
with questions.”
As Jessie’s condition was still precarious, it was decided to let the
matter rest for a little, and meanwhile make every effort to capture
Smeaton, trusting to Jessie becoming less reticent, or other evidence
turning up sufficient to secure his conviction. On the same forenoon
that Jessie was thus questioned, I was going along a street near
Nicolson Street, with my thoughts about as far from this case as the
moon is from the sun. As yet I had only the brief telegram to guide
me, and that contained but a meagre description of the man. He
was said to be a native of Berwick, of medium height, and to have
curly hair of a sandy hue, and a florid complexion, and to be rather
muscular and firmly built. These points might suit a dozen out of
every hundred one might meet in passing along the street, and the
description interested me so little that the actual features had, at the
moment, all but left my memory. What invisible finger is it that

guides many of our sudden impulses? When I entered that street I
had no intention whatever of visiting a pawnbroker’s, but when I
came to one of their prominent signs I turned into the stair and
ascended it, as gravely as if I had gone south for no other purpose
than to visit that particular establishment. I had been there the day
before looking for some trinkets which were reported stolen, and as
I entered, the thought struck me that I might ask for them again as
an excuse for my reappearance. I was in no hurry, however, and as I
could hear that there were some customers in before me, I simply
took my stand inside one of the little boxes, and nodded to the
proprietor to intimate that I should wait my turn. For the benefit of
those lucky mortals who have never been forced to enter such a
place, I may explain that these boxes run along in front of the
counter, and are chiefly useful for screening one customer from
another. Once shut in, you are safe from every eye but that sharp
million-power magnifier owned by the proprietor or his assistant.
As soon as I was shut in I noticed that the box next to me was
occupied by a male customer, who was busy extolling the value and
powers of a silver lever which he was trying to pledge. The
pawnbroker was quite willing to take the watch, but, as is usual in
such cases, the point on which they disagreed was the sum to be
advanced on the pledge. The argument was not particularly
interesting to me, and I gradually left it behind in my thoughts while
I revelled in the queer brogue of the stranger. It was a rich and
musical twang to my ears; and when the man came to any word
with the letter R in it—such as “tr-r-r-ain”—he rolled that R out into
about a thousand, with a rich swell which made one imagine he
enjoyed it. I was puzzled for a moment or two to decide on the

exact locality of the dialect—though I have often boasted that I can
tell the dialects of Scotland and a good part of England to within
thirty miles of the exact spot on hearing them spoken.
“The man is from Newcastle,” I rather hastily decided; then came
a slight mental demur at the decision. There were slight points of
difference and many strong points of resemblance. I listened for a
little longer, and then smiled out at my own slowness and stupidity.
“I might have known that tongue at the first sentence,” was my
mental exclamation. “It’s the Berwick burr.”
While this analysis was going on in my mind, the haggling over
the watch was concluded by the stranger accepting a loan of thirty
shillings on the pledge, and a ticket was rapidly filled up to that
effect, till it came to the important question—
“What name?”
There was a pause before the answer came, and when it was
spoken there was much in the careless tone which implied that too
much reliance was not to be placed on the truthfulness of the reply.
“Oh, say John Smith.”
“I can’t take it at all unless you give me your real name,” said the
pawnbroker, sharply. I have no doubt my presence put a little edge
on him. “How am I to know,” he virtuously added, “that the watch is
not stolen?”
“Stolen?” echoed the stranger, warmly. “Man, there’s the name of
the man I bought it frae;” and he turned out a watch-paper inserted
under the back. I could not see the name, but I did make out the
words “Berwick-on-Tweed.” “I’m no a thief—I’m a brassfounder to
trade,” continued the man, with energy, “and I expect to lift it again
in a week or two.”

“A brassfounder?” I thought, with a start. “I wonder if his name
is Smeaton?”
While I was wondering the bargain was concluded, and the
money paid over, and then the man left. I left my box at the same
moment, and we moved out together.
“It’s a nice morning,” he said, and I returned the greeting.
When we reached the street he turned northwards, and I decided
that that was my way too.
“I heard you say you are a brassfounder,” I remarked. “You’ll be
looking for a job?”
No, he didn’t think he was—he meant to lie quiet for a little.
“Oh, indeed?—got into trouble, I suppose,” I returned, with
interest. “Well, man,” I added, in a confidential whisper, “I know a
place where your dearest friends couldn’t get at you. You’d be safer
there than anywhere. Care to go?”
He wasn’t sure. He didn’t mind going, but he did not promise to
stay there. He was glad of company, however, and offered to treat
me to some drink. I was in a hurry, and begged to be excused.
“You belong to Berwick?” I said, decidedly.
He looked startled and troubled.
“Who said that? How do you know?” he stammered.
“I know the Berwick burr, and you’ve got it strong,” I quietly
answered.
“I haven’t been in Berwick for mony a year,” he said firmly.
“I thought that—that’s what puzzled me for a while—you’ve got a
touch of Coldstream or Kelso on your tongue,” I coolly remarked.
He stared at me in evident consternation, and getting a trifle
pale, but made no reply. I had been studying his appearance, and

from that moment felt almost certain of my man.
I conducted him by North College Street, down College Wynd,
chatting familiarly all the way, but never extracting from him his real
name. I took him that way to convey to him the idea that he was
going to some low “howf,” in which a man in trouble might burrow
safely, and was pleased to note that, as the route became more
disreputable, his spirits rose. He evidently did not know the city, and
that circumstance aided me. I turned up the Fishmarket Close, and
into the side entrance to the Central.
“What kind o’ a place is this?” he asked, staggered at the width
and spaciousness of the stair.
“It’s the place I told you of,” I carelessly answered, taking care to
make him move up the stairs in front of me. I saw his step become
more faltering and unsteady, and when we reached the door of the
“reception room,” I knew by his ghastly pallor that the truth had
flashed upon him.
“Straight in there, Smeaton,” I said, as his eye fell on me. “This is
an unexpected pleasure to both of us.”
He looked at me like a trapped tiger, and I fully expected him to
make a dash and dive for liberty.
“What’s your name?” he almost groaned.
“Mc
Govan.”
“The devil!” he ungratefully exclaimed; and then I led him in, and
accommodated him with a seat. He became fearfully agitated, and at
length blurted out—
“If anything has happened to the girl, I’m not to blame for it.”
He did not once seem to think of denying his identity, and yet till
that moment I was anything but certain that I had the right man. He

seemed a desperate, callous, and daring fellow, and but for the
canny way in which he had been led to the place, would, I feel sure,
have given us a world of trouble to capture. But once fairly limed, he
became but a quaking coward. I did not understand his terror till I
learned that he did not know that Jessie Aimers had been rescued,
and her life saved. There was a visionary gallows before the villain at
the moment seen only by himself. We were smiling all round, but
there wasn’t a ghost of a smile left in him. After he had emitted a
very brief declaration, he was locked up; and next day a man came
through and took him back to the town he had left so suddenly.
Jessie Aimers still persisted in her silence, and the only charge which
could justify Smeaton’s detention was one of salmon poaching. The
evidence took some time to collect, and when the trial came on,
Jessie Aimers was just able to drag herself out of bed and be
present. Smeaton was found guilty, and fined heavily, with an
alternative of imprisonment, which every one said would be his
reward. But to the astonishment of all, and the disgust of Jessie’s
father, the fine was paid. No one but Smeaton then knew that the
money had been furnished by Jessie Aimers; and yet when the brute
was set at liberty, and she waited at the Court entrance to see him
and speak with him as he passed out, he was seen by many to push
the loving girl violently from him with some imprecation, and walk
off with a servant girl of evil reputation named Dinah King. Jessie
pressed back the rising tears, and was able to draw on a faint smile
before she was joined by her father. Her father had almost to carry
her home, and every one looking on that pale face and drooping
form declared that Jessie was not long for this world.

Some months after the trial, the house in which Dinah King
served was broken into and robbed. Although the plunder was
mostly of a kind not easily hidden or carried away, no trace of it was
got, and the thieves were never heard of. After a decent interval
Dinah discovered that the work of that house was too heavy for her,
and gave notice to leave. When she did go she left the town, and
Smeaton disappeared with her. Had she gone alone, perhaps no
suspicion would have been roused, but his reputation was already
tainted, and the result was another intimation to us to look after the
pair, as it was rumoured that they had gone to Edinburgh. The very
day on which this message arrived a young lady appeared at the
Office asking for me, and giving her name as Miss Aimers. As she
appeared weak and faint, she was allowed to wait my arrival. When
I saw her face my first thought was—“How young and how sweet to
have death written on her face!” Yes, death was written there—in
the pale, sunken cheeks and waxy lips; in the deep lustrous eyes,
and in the gasping and panting for breath which necessitated every
sentence she uttered being broken in two. A word or two introduced
her, and then I distinctly recalled the former case with Smeaton, and
a thrill of pity ran through me as I looked on that wistful face and
eager pair of eyes, and listened to her story.
“Every one is prejudiced against him but me,” she said with
strange calmness. “Look at me. I am dying. I know it, and yet I am
calm and fearless. I could even be happy were it not for him, and
the thought of him being lost to me through all eternity. I could not
exist in heaven sundered from him. It would not be heaven to me.
Oh, sir! you have seen much misery and much wickedness, but you
know that a woman is not always blind even when she loves with all

her soul. He is not so bad; but he is easily influenced and led away.
If he is taken and put in prison, through that fearful woman, will you
remember that? And if I should not be allowed to see him, or if I am
taken away before then, will you give him a message from me?”
I bowed, for I could not speak.
“Tell him I have never lost faith in the goodness of his heart, that
I shall love him for ever, and that heaven will never be heaven to me
without him beside me. Will you tell him to think of that—sometimes
—when he is alone; and of the sweet, happy hours we spent
together when we were but boy and girl, full of innocent glee and
love, before he was contaminated and led away. Oh, if God would
only grant me a little time longer on earth—a little time—just enough
to see poor Will led back to the right road and safe for heaven, I
could lay my head and say—‘Take me, Lord Jesus, take me home!’”
“You may be quite sure that time will be granted you for all that
God needs you to do on earth,” I softly returned. “He will not take
you till your work is done.”
I spoke with her for some time, going over many points in her
history already partly known to me, but I found that she would not
breathe one word against the man. She would not admit that in a fit
of passion he had thrown her into the river, or that she owed to that
immersion her present feeble condition. She would not listen with
patience to one slighting expression or word of demur; her whole
soul was wrapped up in him; and no tender, pure-souled mother
could have yearned over her child more eagerly than she did over
the man whose very name I could scarcely utter with patience.
When she was gone I drew a long breath, and mentally wished that
I might get my clutches on Smeaton firmly enough to treat him to a

good long sentence of penal servitude. I felt as if that would relieve
my mind a bit.
A day or two later I came on Dinah and her companion, and took
them without trouble, but they had not an article about them which
could connect them with the robbery at Dinah’s last place. After a
short detention they were released, and I hoped that they would
take fright and leave the city. During my short acquaintance with
Dinah, it struck me that she was a great deal worse than her
companion. “She is of the stuff that jail birds are made of, and a bad
one at that,” was my reflection, and I remember thinking that it
would certainly not be long before I heard of her again, supposing
they favoured the city much longer with their presence. I saw them
occasionally after that, and noted the general decay in their
appearance, and guessed at their means of living, but never
managed to get near them. One evening I was surprised by a visit
from Dinah at the Central. She looked savage and sullen—a perfect
fiend.
“You want to take Will Smeaton?” she abruptly began. “I know
you do, for you’ve been after him often enough.”
“I would rather take you,” was my cold reply, and I spoke the
truth.
She affected to take the remark as a joke, and laughed savagely
—having the merriment all to herself. Then she revealed her
message. Smeaton and another were to break into a shop in the
New Town by getting through a hatch, creeping along the roof, and
thence descending through an unoccupied flat, and so reaching the
workrooms and shop.

“You’ve quarrelled with him, and this is your revenge, I
suppose?” was my remark when she had finished, but Dinah’s reply
cannot be written down.
My only regret at the moment was that I could not warn
Smeaton of his danger. Dinah went back and had dinner and supper
with the man she had betrayed—actually broke bread with him and
smiled in his face, and appeared more loving than she had showed
herself for weeks. A woman, when good, can be holier, purer, and
more strong in her devotion and love than a man; but when she is
bad, the depths of iniquity which she can reach have never been
touched by mortal man.
I sent over a posse of men one by one to the marked
establishment, and when Smeaton and his companion appeared and
ascended the stair I followed, and so closed up the retreat. They
were not long gone. We heard the alarm, and some shouting and
struggling, and soon saw Smeaton come scrambling out at the
window on the roof by which he had entered, and come flying along
the slates towards the hatch. As he got close my head popped out in
front of him, and he started—staggered back with an oath—lost his
footing, and vanished over the edge of the roof. He was picked up
on the pavement below, very much injured and quite senseless, and
borne on a shutter to the Infirmary, while his captured companion
was marched over to the Office and locked up. Dinah, in ferocious
joy over Smeaton’s accident, got drunk and disorderly, and was
taken to the cells next day. Smeaton remained for the most part
unconscious during two days and nights. Towards the close of the
second day, a cab drove up to the Infirmary gate, and out of it
stepped a young girl, so pale and feeble that every one thought it

was a patient instead of a visitor who had arrived. It was Jessie
Aimers, who had risen from bed and taken that long journey the
moment she heard of the accident. She was helped in to the ward,
and sat there with Smeaton’s hand in her own till evening, when he
opened his eyes for a moment and hazily recognised her.
“Oh, Jessie, I’ll never rise off this bed,” he feebly exclaimed; and
then, as her warm tears rained down on his cheeks, and her lips
were pressed to his own, he said—“Dinna! dinna dae that! I dinna
deserve it. Pray for me, Jessie, lass; it’s a’ I can ask o’ ye now.”
A screen had been put up round the bed, shutting them off from
the gaze of the other patients, and inside that the nurses glanced
occasionally. They remained there, whispering and communing till
Smeaton relapsed again. Towards morning there was a cry, loud and
piercing, behind the screen, but the night nurse was out of the ward
at the moment. When she appeared, one of the patients spoke of
the cry, and the nurse looked in on the pair. Jessie lay across the bed
with her arms clasped tight about the patient, and her face hid in his
bosom. Smeaton’s face was marble-like, his eyes half open and
fixed. The nurse knew that look at a glance, and called to her
companion that Smeaton was dead, and that she feared the young
girl had fainted. Gently they tried to disengage the clasping fingers,
that they might raise her and restore her to consciousness, but the
deathly coldness of the thin hand caused them both to start back
and exchange a look of inquiry and alarm. They bent over her, they
listened; all was still—still as the grave, still as eternity. Jessie was
dead.

THE WRONG UMBRELLA.
A gentleman drove up to a Princes Street jeweller’s in a carriage or a
cab—the jeweller was not sure which, but inclined to think that it
was a private carriage—in broad daylight, and at the most
fashionable hour. He was rather a pretty-faced young man, of the
languid Lord Dundreary type, with long, soft whiskers, which he
stroked fondly during the interview with the tradesman, and wore
fine clothes of the newest cut with the air of one who was utterly
exhausted with the trouble of displaying his own wealth and beauty.
He wore patent boots fitting him like a glove, and appeared
particularly vain of his neat foot and the valuable rings on his white
fingers.
When this distinguished customer had been accommodated with
a seat by the jeweller—whom I may name Mr Ward—he managed to
produce a card-case, and then dropped a card bearing the name of
Samuel Whitmore. The address at the corner at once gave the
jeweller a clear idea of the identity of his customer. The Whitmores
were a wealthy family, having an estate of considerable size in the
West, and had, in addition to the fine house on that estate, a town
residence in Edinburgh and another in England. There was a large
family of them, but only one son; and that gentleman the jeweller
now understood he had the pleasure of seeing before him. He was
said to be a fast young man, with no great intellect, but traits of that
kind are not so uncommon among the rich as to excite comment

among tradesmen. The follies of some are the food of others, and
the jeweller was no sooner aware of the identity of his visitor than
he mentally decided that he was about to get a good order. He was
not disappointed—at least in that particular.
“I want your advice and assistance, Mr Ward, as to the best sort
of thing to give—ah—to a young lady—you know—as a present,”
languidly began the pretty young gentleman. “It must be a real tip-
top thing—artistic, pretty, and all that; and you must be willing to
take it back if she shouldn’t like it—that is, in exchange for
something as good or better.”
“Hadn’t we better send a variety of articles to the young lady,
and let her choose for herself?” suggested Mr Ward.
“Oh, hang it, no!—that would never do,” said Mr Whitmore, with
considerable energy. “She’d stick to the lot, you know; women are
never satisfied;” and he gave a peculiar wink to convey the idea he
wished to express. “You just be good enough to show me the things,
and I’ll choose what I think best, and you can send them to the
house addressed to me. I’ll take them to her myself to-morrow, and
if they don’t suit, I’ll send them back by my valet, or bring them
myself.”
All this was fair and quite business-like, and Mr Ward hastened to
display his most tempting treasures to his customer, who, however,
speedily rejected the best of them on account of their high price. At
length he chose a lady’s small gold lever, ornamented with jewels on
the back, and a set of gold ear-rings, with brooch and necklet to
match. The price of the whole came to a trifle under £60, and the
buyer expressed much satisfaction at the reasonable charges and
the beauty of the articles.

“You will put them up carefully and send them home, and, if I
keep them, you can send in your bill at the usual time,” said the
agreeable customer; and so the pleasant transaction concluded, the
jeweller showed him out, the cab was entered, and Mr Whitmore not
only disappeared from the jeweller’s sight, but also, as it seemed,
from every one else’s. As he left the shop, the languid gentleman
had looked at his watch, and the jeweller had just time to notice that
it was an expensive gold one, with a very peculiar dial of gold figures
on a black ground. Some reference had also been made to diamonds
during the selection of the presents, and Mr Whitmore had been
obliging enough to remove one of the rings from his white fingers
and place it in the hands of the jeweller, when that gentleman read
inside the initials “S. W.”
These two circumstances were afterwards to add to the intricacy
of the case when it came into our hands. From the moment when
the pretty-faced gentleman was shown out by Mr Ward, he could not
have vanished more effectually if he had driven out of the world.
Half an hour after, a young apprentice lad in Mr Ward’s employ took
the small parcel given him by his master out to the stately residence
of the Whitmores at the West End, and, according to his statement
afterwards, duly delivered the same. There was no name-plate upon
the door, but there was a big brass number which corresponded with
that on the card left by the pleasant customer. The messenger, who
was no stupid boy, but a lad of seventeen, declared most positively
that he looked for the number in that fine crescent, rang the bell,
and was answered by a dignified footman. He then asked if the
house was that of the Whitmores, was answered with a stately
affirmative, and then departed. None of the articles thus sent home

were returned, and they were therefore entered in the books as
sold. A month or two later the account was made up and sent to the
buyer. There was no response for many weeks, but at length the
answer did come, and in a manner altogether unexpected. A
gentleman, young, but by no means good-looking, drove up to the
shop door one forenoon and entered the shop. Mr Ward had never
seen him before, but the card which he placed before the jeweller
was familiar enough to cause him to start strangely. It bore the
name, “Samuel Whitmore,” with the address at the lower corner—it
was, indeed, the facsimile of that which had been produced by Mr
Ward’s languid but agreeable customer months before.
“I wish to see Mr Ward,” said the new comer, evidently as
ignorant of the jeweller’s appearance as that gentleman was of his.
“I am Mr Ward, sir,” was the reply; and then the stranger brought
out some papers, from which he selected Mr Ward’s account for the
articles of jewellery, which he placed before the astonished
tradesman, with the words—
“I am Mr Whitmore, and this account has been sent to me by
mistake. It would have been checked sooner, but it happened that I
was away in Paris when it was sent, and as I was expected home
they did not trouble to forward the paper.”
The jeweller stared at his visitor. He was a young man, and wore
Dundreary whiskers, and had on his fingers just such rings as Mr
Ward remembered seeing on the hand of his customer, but there
was not the slightest resemblance of features.
“You Mr Samuel Whitmore?” he vacantly echoed, picking up the
card of the gentleman, and mentally asking himself whether he was
dreaming or awake.

“Mr Samuel Whitmore,” calmly answered the gentleman.
“Son of Mr Whitmore of Castleton Lee?”
“The same, sir.”
“Then you have a brother, I suppose?” stammered the jeweller.
“There has been a mistake of some kind.”
“I have no brother, and never had,” quietly answered his visitor;
“and I never bought an article in this shop that I know of, and
certainly did not purchase the things which you have here charged
against me.”
“A gentleman came here—drove up in a cab, just as you have
done—and presented a card like this,” said the jeweller, beginning to
feel slightly alarmed. “Surely I have not been imposed upon? and yet
that is impossible, for the things were safely sent home and
delivered at your house.”
The gentleman smiled, and shook his head.
“I thought it possible that my father might have ordered and
received these things,” he politely observed, “but on making inquiry I
learned that not only was that not the case, but no such articles ever
came near the house.”
This was too much for the jeweller. He touched a bell and had
the apprentice lad, Edward Price, sent for, and drew from him such a
minute account of the delivery of the parcel, that it became the
gentleman’s turn to be staggered and to doubt his own convictions.
The lad described the house, the hall, and the clean-shaven footman
so clearly and accurately that his narrative bore an unmistakable
impress of truthfulness. The gentleman could, therefore, only
suggest the possibility of Price having mistaken the number of the
house, and the things being accepted as a present by the persons

who had thus received them by mistake. But even this supposition—
which was afterwards proved to be fallacious—did not account for
the most mysterious feature in the case—how the things had been
ordered and by whom. It was clear to Mr Ward that the gentleman
before him and the buyer of the presents were two distinct persons,
having no facial resemblance; but the new Mr Whitmore having, in
his impatience to be gone, drawn from his pocket a gold watch, with
the peculiar black dial already described, a fresh shade of mystery
was cast over the case.
“I have seen that watch before,” he ventured to say. “The
gentleman who ordered the things wore just such a watch as that. I
saw it when he was leaving. And he had on his finger a diamond
ring very like that which you wear. I had it in my hand for a few
moments, and it bore his initials inside.”
The gentleman, looking doubly surprised, drew from his finger
the ring in question and placed it in the jeweller’s hand. The initials
“S.W.” were there inside, exactly as he had seen them on the ring of
the mysterious representative.
“Did you ever lend this ring to any one?” he asked in amazement.
“Never; and, what is more, it is never off my finger but when I
am asleep,” was the decided reply; and then he listened patiently
while Mr Ward related the whole of the circumstances attending the
selection of the articles. No light was thrown on the matter by the
narrative; but the gentleman, who before had been somewhat angry
and impatient, now sobered down, and showed sufficient interest to
advise Mr Ward to put the case in our hands, promising him every
assistance in his power to get at the culprit. This advice was acted
upon, and the next day I was collecting the facts I have recorded. I

had no idea of the lad Price being involved in the affair, but I
nevertheless thought proper to make sure of every step by taking
him out to the Crescent and getting him to show me the house at
which he delivered the parcel. He conducted me without a moment’s
hesitation to the right house. I rang the bell, and when the door was
opened by a clean-shaven footman, Price rapidly identified the
various features of the hall. He failed, however, to identify the
footman as the person who had taken the parcel from him. I was
not disappointed, but rather pleased at that circumstance. I had
begun to believe that the footman, like the purchaser, was a
“double.” Being now on the spot, I asked to see Mr Samuel
Whitmore, and, being shown up, I began to question that gentleman
as to his whereabouts on the day of the purchase. That was not
easily settled. Mr Whitmore’s time was his own, and one day was so
very like another with him that he frankly told me that to answer
that question was quite beyond his power.
By referring to Mr Ward’s account, however, we got the exact day
and month of the purchase, and the naming of the month quickened
the gentleman’s memory. That day had been one of many days
spent in the same manner, for he had been two weeks confined to
bed by illness. He could not give me the exact date, but I guessed
rightly that his medical man would have a better idea, and, getting
that gentleman’s address, I soon found beyond doubt that Mr
Samuel Whitmore had on the day of the purchase been confined to
his own room, and so ill that his life was in actual danger.
“Some of his friends may have personated him for a lark,” was
my next thought, but a few inquiries soon dispelled that idea. None
of Mr Whitmore’s friends had looked near him during his illness, and

to complete the impersonation, it was necessary that they should
have had his ring and watch, which he declared had never been out
of his possession.
The discovery of these facts narrowed down the inquiry
considerably. They all seemed to focus towards that invisible and
mysterious footman who had taken in the parcel.
There is a great deal in a name. The lad Price had used the word
“footman” in describing the servant, probably because he had a
vague idea that any one was a footman who wore livery and opened
a door. It had never struck him to ask if there was any other man-
servant in the house, and it might not have struck me either if I had
not seen another—a valet—busy brushing his young master’s clothes
in a bedroom close to the apartment in which we conversed.
“Who is that brushing the clothes?” I asked of Mr Whitmore.
“The coachman?”
“Oh, no; the coachman does not live in the house while we are in
town; that’s my valet.”
“And what does he do?”
“Attends me—gets my clothes, helps me to dress—looks after
everything, and serves me generally.”
“Does he ever answer the door bell?”
“Really, I could not say,” was the answer, somewhat wearily
given, “but you may ask him.”
The gentleman, I could see, had a sovereign contempt for both
me and my calling, and was impatient to see me gone; but that, of
course, did not disturb me in the least.
I had the valet called in, and in reply to my question he gave me
to understand very clearly that answering the door bell “was not his

work,” but lay entirely between the footman and tablemaid.
“Supposing they were both out of the way, and you were near
the door when the bell rang, would you not answer it by opening the
door?”
“No, certainly not.”
He appeared to think me very simple to ask such a question.
“Then who would open the door?”
“I don’t know; somebody else—it wouldn’t be me; but they
wouldn’t be both out of the way at once without leaving some one
to attend the door.”
“Just so; and that one might be you. Now don’t interrupt, and try
to carry your mind back five months, and to the 21st day of that
month, while your master here lay ill, and tell me if you did not
answer the door bell and take in a small parcel addressed to your
master?”
“I wasn’t here five months ago, sir,” was the quick response; “I
was serving in the north then.”
“Indeed!” and I turned to his master in some surprise; “have you
discharged your valet within that time?”
“Oh, yes,” he lazily drawled; “I had Atkinson before him.”
“At the time you were ill?”
“Possibly so. I really don’t remember.”
“You did not tell me of this before.”
“No? Well, it doesn’t matter much, I suppose?”
I found it difficult to keep my temper. I had the lad Price brought
up from the hall, and he said most decidedly that the valet before us
was not the man who had taken in the parcel.
“Why did Atkinson leave you?” I resumed, to the master.

“He did not leave exactly. I was tired of him. He put on so many
airs that some thought that he was the master and I the man—fact,
I assure you. He was too fast, and conceited, and vain; and I
thought—though I’d be the last to say it—he wasn’t quite what you
call honest, you know.”
“Good-looking fellow?”
“Oh, passable as to that,” was the somewhat grudging reply. Mr
Whitmore himself was very ugly.
“Did he ever put on your clothes—that is, wear them when you
were not using them yourself?”
“Oh, yes; the beggar had impudence enough for anything.”
“And your jewellery, and watch, too, I suppose?”
“Well, I don’t know as to that—perhaps he did. I could believe
him capable of anything that was impudent—coolest rascal I ever
met. I tell you, Mr—Mr—Mr Mc
Fadden—I beg your pardon, Mc
Gadden
—ah, I’m not good at remembering names—I tell you, I’ve an idea;
just struck me, and you’re as welcome to it as if it were your own.
P’r’aps that rascal Atkinson has ordered those things, and got them
when they were sent home. Rather smart of me to think of that,
eh?”
“Very smart,” I answered, with great emphasis, while his valet
grinned behind a coat. “The affinity of great minds is shown in the
fact that the same idea struck me. Can you help me to Atkinson’s
present address?”
He could. Although he had been wearied and disgusted with the
fellow himself, he had not only given Atkinson a written character of
a high order, but personally recommended him to one of his
acquaintances with whom, he presumed, the man was still serving. I

took down the address and left for Moray Place, taking the lad Price
with me. When we came to the house a most distinguished-looking
individual opened the door—much haughtier and more dignified than
a Lord of State—and while he was answering my inquiries, the lad
Price gave me a suggestive nudge. When I quickly turned in reply
and bent my ear, he whispered—
“That’s like the man that took the parcel from me at Whitmore’s.”
“Like him? Can you swear it is him?”
The lad took another steady look at the haughty flunkey, and
finally shook his head and said, “No, I cannot swear to him, but it is
like him.”
The haughty individual was John Atkinson, formerly valet to Mr
Whitmore. A few questions, a second look at the lad Price, and one
naming of Mr Ward the jeweller, disturbed his highness greatly, but
failed to draw from him anything but the most indignant
protestations of innocence.
I decided to risk the matter and take him with me. He insisted
upon me first searching his room and turning over all his
possessions, to show that none of the articles were in his keeping. I
felt certain of his guilt. There was in his manner an absence of that
flurry and excitement with which the innocent always greet an
accusation of the kind; but his cool request as to searching made me
a little doubtful of bringing the charge home to him. It convinced
me, at least, that the articles themselves were far beyond our reach.
From this I reasoned that they had not been procured for the
ordinary purposes of robbery—that is, to be sold or turned into
money. The buyer had said that they were intended as a present for
a lady: could it be possible that he had told the truth?

I began to have a deep interest in Atkinson’s love affairs and a
strong desire to learn who was the favoured lady. On our way to the
Office I called in at Mr Ward’s, but the jeweller failed to identify
Atkinson as the buyer of the articles. He was like him, he said, but
the other had Dundreary whiskers, and this man was clean shaven.
Afterwards, when I had clapped a pair of artificial whiskers upon
Atkinson, the jeweller was inclined to alter his opinion and say
positively that it was the man, but, on the whole, the case was so
weak that it never went to trial.
Atkinson was released, and returned to his place “without a stain
upon his character,” and so justice appeared to be defeated. The first
act of the drama had ended with villainy triumphant.
Let me now bring on “the wrong umbrella.” A great party was
given, some months after, in a house in the New Town, and, as usual
at such gatherings, there was some confusion and accidental
misappropriation at the close. All that happened was easily explained
and adjusted, but the case of the umbrella. Most of the guests had
come in cabs, but one or two living near had come on foot, bringing
umbrellas with them. The number of these could have been counted
on the fingers of one hand, yet, when the party was over, the lady of
the house discovered that a fine gold-mounted ivory-handled
umbrella of hers had been taken, and a wretched alpaca left in its
place. The missing umbrella was a present, and therefore highly
prized; it was also almost fresh from the maker. It was rather
suggestive, too, that the wretched thing left in its place was a
gentleman’s umbrella—a big, clumsy thing, which could not have
been mistaken for the other by a blind man. It seemed therefore
more like a theft than a mistake, and after fruitless inquiries all

round, the lady sent word to us, and a full description of the stolen
umbrella was entered in the books.
The theory formed by the owner was that the umbrella had been
stolen by some thief who had gained admittance during the
confusion, and that the umbrella left in its place had simply been
forgotten by some of the guests, and had no connection with the
removal of her own. Reasoning upon this ground, I first tried the
pawnbrokers, without success, and then, remembering that the
missing article had been heavily mounted with gold, I thought of
trying some of the jewellers to see if they had bought the mounting
as old gold. I had no success on that trial either, but, to my
astonishment and delight, Mc
Sweeny, whom I had sent out to hunt
on the same lines in the afternoon, brought in the umbrella, safe
and sound, as it had been taken from the owner’s house. The
surprising thing was that the umbrella had been got in a jeweller’s
shop, at which it had been left by a gentleman to get the initials E.
H. engraved on the gold top. It was a mere chance remark which led
to its discovery, for when Mc
Sweeny called the umbrella was away at
an engraver’s, and had to be sent for.
I went over to the New Town very quickly and showed the
umbrella to the lady, who identified it—with the exception of the
initials—and showed marks and points about the ivory handle which
proved it hers beyond doubt. I kept the umbrella, and went to the
jeweller who had undertaken the engraving of the initials. He
described the gentleman who had left the umbrella, and, turning up
his books, gave me the name and address, which I soon found to be
fictitious. He stated, however, that the umbrella was to be called for
on the following day, and I arranged to be there at least an hour

before the stated time to receive him. When I had been there a
couple of hours or so—seated in the back shop reading the papers—
a single stroke at a bell near me, connected with the front shop, told
me that my man had come. I advanced and looked through a little
pane of glass, carefully concealed from the front, and took a good
look at him. What was my astonishment to find that the “gentleman”
was no other than my old acquaintance, John Atkinson, the valet!
According to the arrangement I had made with the jeweller—in
anticipation of finding the thief to be a man in a good position in
society—the umbrella was handed over to the caller, the engraving
paid for, and the man allowed to leave the shop.
I never followed any one with greater alacrity or a stronger
determination not to let him slip. I fully expected him to go to his
place in Moray Place, and intended to just let him get comfortably
settled there, and then go in and arrest him before his master, who
had been very wrathful at the last “insult to his trusted servant.”
But John did not turn his face in that direction at all. He moved
away out to a quiet street at the South Side, where he stopped
before a main door flat bearing the name “Miss Huntley” on a brass
plate. A smart servant girl opened the door, and John was admitted
by her with much deference. When he had been in the house a short
time, I rang the bell and asked for him.
“He is with Miss Huntley,” said the girl, with some
embarrassment, evidently wishing me to take the hint and leave.
“Indeed! and she is his sweetheart, I suppose?”
The girl laughed merrily, and said she supposed so.
I only understood that laugh when I saw Miss Huntley—a
toothless old woman, old enough to be my mother, or John’s

grandmother. From the girl I learned that her mistress was
possessed of considerable property, and that John and she were
soon to be made one.
I doubted that, but did not say so. I had no qualms whatever,
and sharply demanded to be shown in. John became ghastly pale
the moment he sighted my face. Miss Huntley had the stolen
umbrella in her hands, and was admiringly examining her initials on
the gold top.
“Is that your umbrella, ma’am?” I asked, in a tone which made
her blink at me over her spectacles.
“Yes, I’ve just got it in a present from Mr Atkinson,” she
answered.
“Oh, indeed! And did he give you any other presents?” I sternly
pursued, as John sank feebly into a chair.
She refused to answer until I should say who I was and what
was my business there; but when I did explain matters, the poor old
skeleton was quite beyond answering me. She was horrified at the
discovery that John was a thief, but more so, I am convinced, to find
that he was not a gentleman at all, but only a flunkey. In the
confusion of her fainting and hysterics, I had the opportunity of
examining the gold watch, which was taken from her pocket by the
servant, and found inside the back of the case a watch-paper
bearing Mr Ward’s name and address, and also the written date of
the sale, which corresponded exactly with that already in my
possession. The brooch and other articles were readily given up by
Miss Huntley, as soon as she was restored to her senses. Had she
been fit for removal, we should have taken her too, but the shock

had been too much for her, and her medical man positively forbade
the arrest.
John made a clean breast of the swindle and impersonation, and
went to prison for a year, while the poor old woman he had made
love to went to a grave which could scarcely be called early. I met
John some years after in a seedy and broken-down condition, and
looking the very opposite of the haughty aristocrat he had seemed
when first we met. I scarcely recognised him, but when I did, I said
significantly—
“Ah, it’s you? I’m afraid, John, you took the wrong umbrella that
time!”
“I did,” he impressively returned, with a rueful shake of the head;
and I saw him no more.

A WHITE SAVAGE.
The woman had a queer and almost crazed look; was miserably clad,
with no bonnet on her head, and her hair covered with the “fluff”
which flies about factories and covers the workers. I am not sure if
she had any covering on her feet; if she had, it must have been
some soft material which gave out no more noise than her bare
soles would have done.
Added to this, she smelled strongly of whisky, though she was
not in any way intoxicated. She had come into the Office at the
breakfast hour, and patiently waited till I appeared, without
enlightening any one as to her business. “No one but Mr Mc
Govan
was of any use to her,” she said; and when I appeared and heard
her begin her strange story I soon thought that I should be of no
use to her either. Her statements were so wild and improbable, and
her delivery so incoherent, that I speedily decided that if I was not
conversing with a mad woman I was at least beside one suffering
from delirium tremens. Her age seemed to be about twenty-five, and
she was by no means bad looking, had she not been such a
miserable wreck.
“I want you to help me to hunt for my man,” she said, with
perfect self-possession. “My name is Janet Hanford, and I’m married
—maybe you’ll mind the name.”
I thought for a little—or appeared to do so—and then told her
that she had the advantage of me, for I did not remember the

name.
“Your husband has run away from you, then?” I remarked,
secretly not at all surprised at his action.
“No, not that,” she answered, and it was then that I began to
doubt her sanity. “It was not running away. They told me he was
dead and buried, and I believed them; but I saw him to-day riding
along in a carriage with a grand lady—a new wife, as I suppose—
and I want you to hunt him out. I’m not so good as I should be, but
I’m still his wife, surely?”
“Surely,” I echoed, thinking it best to humour the maniac.
“You must know that though I’ve been in jail I’m not a bad
woman,” she continued. “If I had been, he’d have divorced me, or at
least put me away, for he was too poor to afford lawyer’s fees. He’s
only a factory worker like myself.”
“How can that be, when you told me just now that you saw him
riding in a carriage with a grand lady?” I asked, thinking to catch her
up.
“That’s the mystery which I can’t understand,” she answered.
“You are to find out all about that. I did not see the lady’s face right,
as the carriage went by so fast, and I was horrified at seeing him,
and could scarcely take my eyes off him; but I know it was Dick
Hanford, my husband.”
“Some one resembling him in features,” I thought. “What were
you put in jail for, pray?” I added aloud.
“I was put in once or twice for drink,” she said, hanging her head
a little. “He wouldn’t pay the fines, and so I had to suffer. It’s my
only failing. I was brought up as a girl behind the bar, and I got to
take drink secretly till I couldn’t keep from it. Then I was put away,

and went into the factory. It’s down in Leith Walk. I used to be called
‘the Beauty of the Mill,’ and all the men were daft about me.”
“Good heavens!” was my mental exclamation; “daft about a
creature like this!”
“I could have had my choice of a dozen men, but I took Hanford,
though his wage was the poorest in the place,” she calmly
continued. “I suppose it was because I was daft about him. I’m that
yet. I never loved anybody else, and never can.”
“You said ‘once or twice for drink’—were you ever in jail for
anything else?” I asked, pretty sure that she had kept something
back.
“Yes, I was in for two years. It’s only about nine months since I
got out. It was then they told me he was dead, and I believed
them.”
“What were you put in for?”
She trembled and grew paler, and tears came into her eyes.
“I don’t remember much about it,” she hurriedly answered;
“perhaps you will. It was after one of my drinking fits. I was always
excitable after them; and they say I sharpened a knife and lay in
wait for him for a whole day and night, saying I meant to kill him. I
couldn’t have meant that, for I love him dearer than my own life. But
when he came he was stabbed, and taken to the Infirmary. They
said that I did it, and I suppose it’s true. I don’t remember doing it.
He was very badly hurt, and they thought he would die. That’s why I
was so long in prison before they tried me. If he had died I should
have wished to be hanged, so as to be done with everything. You
look frightened. Does it seem horrible for me to say these things,
when they are true?”

“They do not sound nice from a woman’s lips,” I gravely replied.
“I remember your case now. You hid in the loft of the factory for two
days after stabbing him, and it was I who had the hunting for you. I
thought it a very bad case at the time, and I remember your
husband in Court giving a picture of your domestic life which would
have melted a heart of stone. I suppose my plain speaking horrifies
you quite as much as yours does me?”
“No; everybody speaks that way, so I suppose I must bear it,
though I don’t feel so bad as people think me,” she answered, with a
despairing ring in her tones. “If I hadn’t been brought up in a public
house, and so learned to drink, I might have been in a very different
position. Everybody is against me, and sometimes I feel as if I was
against myself.”
“There was a child, too, I think,” I continued. “Didn’t you injure it
in some way, or ill-treat it? I forget the particulars now.”
“Its leg was broken,” she answered, with a quiver in her voice,
and tears again filling her lustrous eyes. “I think the doctor said he
would never walk right if he lived, because it was the thigh that was
broken. It was hurt about the head too. Perhaps it fell down the
stairs and hurt itself. Some of them believed that I flung it down. I
don’t think I could have done that, though I was at the top of the
stair when they picked him up. I don’t remember anything about it.”
“And what has become of the child?” I asked in a low tone, not
sure whether to feel overwhelmed with horror or pity.
“They told me he was dead too when I came out, but perhaps
they’ve told a lie about that too. Perhaps he’s living, and only hidden
from me as Hanford has been. That’s more work for you. I have no
money, and I must have justice. If he is alive, he is bound to support

me; and if he has married that grand lady, he must go to prison for
bigamy.”
Broken and lost though she was, she seemed to know the law
pretty well, but I thought there was little chance of it coming to an
appeal of that kind.
“Who told you that your husband was dead?” I asked.
“His mother. That was when I came out of prison. I went home,
of course, but I found the house let to strangers, and was told it had
been so for two years. Then I went to his mother’s, and she would
scarcely let me in, or speak to me. She has an awful hatred to me.
At last she let me in, and told me he was dead.”
“And you believed it without further inquiry?”
“No, I didn’t believe it at all at first; but then she got out a
certificate from the registrar and showed it to me. I read his name
on it with my own eyes—Richard Hanford. If he isn’t dead, that
name must have been forged. You’ll maybe have to take her for
that. I shouldn’t be sorry at that, for she has caused me many an
unhappy hour.”
Here was a case altogether uncommon. It is usual for injured
persons, not the injurers, to seek our aid.
“You would like your husband to be put in prison too, if he is
alive, and yet you fancy you love him?” I remarked. “It’s a queer
kind of love which seeks a revengeful retaliation like that. I’ve seen
women sunk in degradation of the deepest kind who would make
the blush rise to your cheek.”
The crimson rose to her face there and then under the taunt.
“I don’t wish him any ill, but I am his wife, and he has deserted
me and thrown me off, and I want you to find him. I want to try to

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