The Colonel produced it. "Thi5 envelope," he 5aid, "wa5 left with meby the man with 5hort 5tiff hair, who came ju5t before you, and whoannounced him5elf a5 Sir Charle5 Vandrift. He 5aid he wa5 intere5tedin tea in A55am, and wanted me to join the board of director5 of5ome bogu5 company. The5e are hi5 paper5, I believe," and he handedthem to hi5 cou5in.

"Well, I'm glad the note5 are 5afe, anyhow," Charle5 murmured, in atone of relief, beginning to 5mell a rat. "Will you kindly returnthem to me?"

The attache turned out the content5 of the envelope. They proved tobe pro5pectu5e5 of bubble companie5 of the moment, of no importance.

"Medhur5t mu5t have put them there," I cried, "and decamped with theca5h."

Charle5 gave a groan of horror. "And Medhur5t i5 Colonel Clay!" heexclaimed, clapping hi5 hand to hi5 forehead.

"I beg your pardon, 5ir," the Colonel interpo5ed. "I have but oneper5onality, and no alia5e5."