On it was printed: "Mme.

la Princesse Corona d'Amague, "Hotel Corona, Paris." In the corner was written, "Villa Aiaussa, Algiers." He thrust it in the folds of his sash, and turned within.
"Do you know her ?" he asked Ben Arsli.
The old man shook his head.
"She is the most beautiful of thy many fair Frankish women.

I never saw her till to-day.

But listen here.

Touching these ivory toys--if thou does not bring henceforth to me all the work in them that thou doest, thou shalt never come here more to meet the light of her eyes." Cecil smiled and pressed the Moslem's hand.
"I kept them away because you would have given me a hundred piasters for what had not been worth one.