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Rh "But how about me?" I inquired. "What am I to do? Where am I to go in the meantime? I feel a little too close to Algiers for real comfort, just at present!"

"Discretion, dear boy," laughed the old rascal. "Why don't you take a run to Monte Carlo? Have a little flutter. I know—go to the 'Hermitage,' and I'll join you there as soon as I can fix things up. You'll find it excellent, though expensive. And you can keep your eyes well open there."

"Right ho!" I answered. "But what about cash? I haven't very much left. You must give me some more. I've only had fifty."

"Yes, yes; you must have some, I suppose," he replied grudgingly. And taking out his bulky pocket-book: "Here's another fifty for you—five tenners. They must last till I do the business," and he gave a most villainous wink.

I was not exactly happy over this arrangement. What if he made off, and never came near me again!

"How do I know that you'll come back, Featherson?" I queried, thinking it best to speak out straight.

"You don't," he laughed. "You've got to trust me. But I'll be back in a week or ten