be full, you know, or she may think you
don't go high enough."

"But I mean to tip her again, of course."

"Again! I should think so. I suppose she must have about a couple of
hundred before the end of next month if she's to do any good. After a
bit you'll be able to explain that she shall have a sum down when the
marriage has come off."

"She won't take the money and do nothing; will she?"

"Oh, no; they never sell you like that. It would spoil their own
business if they were to play that game. If you can make it worth her
while, she'll do the work for you. But you must be careful; do remember
that." Archie shook his head, almost in anger, and then went home for
his night's rest.

On the next morning he dressed himself in his best, and presented
himself at the door in Mount Street, exactly as the clock struck twelve.
He had an idea that these people were very punctilious as to time. Who
could say but that the French ambassador might have an appointment with
Madam Gordeloup at half-past one--or perhaps some emissary from the
Pope! He had resolved that he would not take his left glove off his
hand, and he had thrust the notes in under the palm of his glove,
thinking he could get at them easier from there, should they be wanted
in a moment, than he could do from his waistcoat pocket. He knocked at
the door, knowing that he trembled as he did so, and felt considerable
relief when he found himself to be alone in the room to which he was
shown. He knew that men conversant with intrigues always go to work with
their eyes open, and, therefore, at once he began to look about him.
Could he not put the money into some convenient hiding-place--now at
once? There, in one corner, was the spot in which she would seat herself
upon the sofa. He saw plainly enough, as with the eye of a Talleyrand,
the marks thereon of her constant sitting. So he seized the moment to
place a chair suitable for himself, and cleared a few inches on the
table near to it, for the smoothing of the bank-notes--feeling, while so
employed, that he was doing great things. He had almost made up his mind
to slip one note between the pages of a book, not with any well-defined
plan as to the utility of such a measure, but because it seemed to be
such a diplomatic thing to do! But while this grand idea was still
flashing backward and forward across his brain, the door opened, and he
found himself in the presence of--the Russian spy.

He at once saw that the Ru