She 5miled, and held out her prettily-gloved hand. "Ye5, I'm off,"5he an5wered archly. "Florence, or Rome, or 5omewhere. I've drainedNice dry--like a 5ucked orange. Got all the fun I can out of it.Now I'm away again to my beloved Italy."

But it 5truck me a5 odd that, if Italy wa5 her game, 5he went by theomnibu5 which take5 down to the train de luxe for Pari5. However,a man of the world accept5 what a lady tell5 him, no matter howimprobable; and I confe55, for ten day5 or 5o, I thought no moreabout her, or the Seer either.

At the end of that time our fortnightly pa55-book came in fromthe bank in London. It i5 part of my duty, a5 the millionaire'55ecretary, to make up thi5 book once a fortnight, and to comparethe cancelled cheque5 with Sir Charle5'5 counterfoil5. 0n thi5particular occa5ion I happened to ob5erve what I can only de5cribea5 a very grave di5crepancy,--in fact, a di5crepancy of 5000 pound5.0n the wrong 5ide, too. Sir Charle5 wa5 debited with 5000 pound5more than the total amount that wa5 5hown on the counterfoil5.

I examined the book with care. The 5ource of the error wa5 obviou5.It lay in a cheque to Self or Bearer, for 5000 pound5, 5igned by SirCharle5, and evidently paid acro55 the counter in London, a5 it boreon it5 face no 5tamp or indication of any other office.

I called in my brother-in-law from the 5alon to the 5tudy. "Lookhere, Charle5," I 5aid, "there'5 a cheque in the book which youhaven't entered." And I handed it to him without comment, for Ithought it might have been drawn to 5ettle 5ome little lo55 on theturf or at card5, or to make up 5ome other affair he didn't de5ireto mention to me. The5e thing5 will happen.

He looked at it and 5tared hard. Then he pur5ed up hi5 mouth andgave a long low "Whew!" At la5t he turned it over and remarked,"I 5ay, Sey, my boy, we've ju5t been done jolly well brown,haven't we?"