did, the attaché arrived. To our horror and astonishment, he proceeded to salute the prisoner most affectionately.

'Halloa, Algy!' he cried, grasping his hand; 'what's up? What do these ruffians want with you?'

It began to dawn upon us, then, what Medhurst
He accuses me of forgery, fraud, and theft.had meant by 'suspecting everybody': the real Colonel Clay was no common adventurer, but a gentleman of birth and high connections!

The Colonel glared at us. 'This fellow declares he's Sir Charles Vandrift,' he said sulkily. 'Though, in fact, there are two of them. And he accuses me of forgery, fraud, and theft, Bertie.'

The attaché stared hard at us. 'This is Sir Charles Vandrift,' he replied, after a moment. 'I