gazing down upon me with lofty scorn, 'your moralising is ill-timed. It appears to me you entirely misunderstand the position and duties of a private secretary!'

He brandished it thrice in Charles's eyes.

The oddest part of it all, however, was this—that Charles, being convinced Forbes-Gaskell, though he wasn't Colonel Clay, had been fraudulently salting the rocks with gold, with intent to deceive, took