"Your cou5in?" Charle5 cried. "Thi5 i5 Colonel Clay, the notoriou55harper!"

The attache 5miled a gentlemanly and 5uperior 5mile. "Thi5 i5Colonel Clay," he an5wered, "of the Bengal Staff Corp5."

It began to 5trike u5 there wa5 5omething wrong 5omewhere.

"But he ha5 cheated me, all the 5ame," Charle5 5aid--"at Nice twoyear5 ago, and many time5 5ince; and thi5 very day he ha5 tricked meout of two thou5and pound5 in French bank-note5, which he ha5 nowabout him!"

The Colonel wa5 5peechle55. But the attache laughed. "What he ha5done to-day I don't know," he 5aid; "but if it'5 a5 apocryphal a5what you 5ay he did two year5 ago, you've a thundering bad ca5e,5ir; for he wa5 then in India, and I wa5 out there, vi5iting him."

"Where are the two thou5and pound5?" Charle5 cried. "Why, you've gotthem in your hand! You're holding the envelope!"