le," said Jean, "and
there is one other thing, father. If you see Mr. Jaggs in the garden
to-night, I beg of you do not attempt to shoot him. He is a very useful
man."

Her father sank back in his chair.

"You're beyond me," he said, helplessly.

Mordon occupied two rooms above the garage, which was conveniently
situated for Jean's purpose. He arrived late the next night, and a light
in his window, which was visible from the girl's room, told her all she
wanted to know.

Mr. Mordon was a good-looking man by certain standards. His hair was
dark and glossily brushed. His normal pallor of countenance gave him the
interesting appearance which men of his kind did not greatly dislike,
and he had a figure which was admired in a dozen servants' halls, and a
manner which passed amongst housemaids for "gentlemanly," and amongst
gentlemen as "superior." He heard the foot of the girl on the stairs,
and opened the door.

"You have brought it?" she said, without a preliminary word.

She had thrown a dark cloak over her evening dress, and the man's eyes
feasted on her.

"Yes, I have brought it--Jean," he said.

She put her finger to her lips.

"Be careful, Francois," she cautioned in a low voice.

Although the man spoke English as well as he spoke French, it was in the
latter language that the conversation was carried on. He went to a grip
which lay on the bed, opened it and took out five thick packages of
thousand-franc notes.

"There are a thousand in each, mademoiselle. Five million francs. I
changed part of the money in Paris, and part in London."

"The woman--there is no danger from her?"

"Oh no, mademoiselle," he smiled complacently. "She is not likely to
betray me, and she does not know my name or where I am living. She is a
girl I met at a dance at the Swiss Waiters' Club," he explained. "She is
not a good character. I think the French police wish to find her, but
she is very clever."

"What did you tell her?" asked Jean.

"That I was working a coup with Vaud and Montheron. These are two
notorious men in Paris whom she knew. I gave her five thousand francs
for her work."

"There was no trouble?"

"None whatever, mademoiselle. I watched her, and saw she carried the
letter to the bank. As soon as the money was changed I left Croydon by
air for Paris, and came on from Paris to Marseilles by aeroplane."

"You did well, Francois," she said, and patted his hand.

He would have seized hers, but she drew bac