g me, Frank," she said, "tell us what
you have been doing. But first of all let us have some tea. You know Mr.
Mann?"

The little investigator beaming in the background took Frank's hand and
shook it heartily. He was dressed in what he thought was an appropriate
costume for a mountainous country. His boots were stout, the woolen
stockings which covered his very thin legs were very woolen, and his
knickerbocker suit was warranted to stand wear and tear. He had
abandoned his top hat for a large golf cap, which was perched rakishly
over one eye. Frank looked round apprehensively for Saul Arthur's
alpenstock, and was relieved when he failed to discover one.

The girl threw off her fur wrap and unbuttoned her gloves as the waiter
placed the big silver tray on the table before her.

"I'm afraid I have not much to tell," said Frank in answer to her
question. "I've just been loafing around. What is your news?"

"What is my news?" she asked. "I don't think I have any, except that
everything is going very smoothly in England, and, oh, Frank, I am so
immensely rich!"

He smiled.

"The appropriate thing would be to say that I am immensely poor," he
said, "but as a matter of fact I am not. I went down to Aix and won
quite a lot of money."

"Won it?" she said.

He nodded with an amused little smile.

"You wouldn't have thought I was a gambler, would you?" he asked
solemnly. "I don't think I am, as a matter of fact, but somehow I wanted
to occupy my mind."

"I understand," she said quickly.

Another little pause while she poured out the tea, which afforded Saul
Arthur Mann an opportunity of firing off fifty facts about Geneva in as
many sentences.

"What has happened to Jasper?" asked Frank after a while.

The girl flushed a little.

"Oh, Jasper," she said awkwardly, "I see him, you know. He has become
more mysterious than ever, quite like one of those wicked people one
reads about in sensational stories. He has a laboratory somewhere in the
country, and he does quite a lot of motoring. I've seen him several
times at Brighton, for instance."

Frank nodded slowly.

"I should think that he was a good driver," he said.

Saul Arthur Mann looked up and met his eye with a smile which was lost
upon the girl.

"He has been kind to me," she said hesitatingly.

"Does he ever speak about--"

She shook her head.

"I don't want to think about that," she said; "please don't let us talk
about it."

He knew she was ref