hing more of you. By the time we meet again, if ever we
do, I hope that you will be cured.

Sybil Bultiwell.

Jacob read the letter twice, until every phrase and syllable seemed
burned into his memory. Then he tore it into small pieces, gave
Dauncey a power of attorney, and started for Monte Carlo. He lingered
a little on the way there, exploring the country round Hyeres and
Costebelle. Almost the first person he met at Monte Carlo was Lord
Felixstowe. He was coming out of Ciro's bar, his shoulders a little
hunched, a cigarette dropping from his lips. He would have passed
Jacob, if the latter had not accosted him.

"Forgotten me, Lord Felixstowe?"

His young lordship recognised Jacob and cheered up.

"Oil in the wilderness, manna in the desert!" he exclaimed. "A man
with a banking account! Come right in, and Henry shall mix you a
morning tot that will make you feel as pink as the sunrise."

"I'll try this wonderful drink," Jacob consented, "but I don't need
it. By the bye, were you to have had your share of that five thousand
pounds?"

"Just one degree too thick that was for me," the young man confided,
after he had given mysterious orders to his white-linened friend
behind the bar. "I am not putting on frills, mind. I was willing to
come in on any scheme to induce you to part with a bit, but I didn't
fancy the medieval touch and the black gentleman. Gad, you're a little
terror, though, Pratt! I'd have given something to have seen you knock
those two about! I went to visit Mason in hospital. You couldn't see
his face for bandages."...

On Jacob's proposition, they strolled out on to the terrace.

"Are you going into the Rooms this morning?" he enquired.

Lord Felixstowe shook his head gloomily.

"They've skinned me," he confessed. "I got a fifty-pound note from an
old aunt, to bring her out as far as Bordighera. She don't speak the
lingo, and I am rather a nut at it. I landed her, all right, day
before yesterday, dropped off here on my way home, and lost the lot."

"What are you going to do, then?"

"Borrow a pony from you, old top," was the prompt reply.

Jacob counted out the notes, which the young man received with
enthusiasm.

"I like a chap who parts like a sportsman," he declared. "Now I wonder
if there is anything I can do for you. Would you like me to look you
up about dinner time at your hotel? If you are alone, I dare say I
could find you a pal or two."

"Come and