I will not go to Paris to-night.
Nothing shall induce me to take that midnight train!" "Nonsense!" said the millionaire.

"Nonsense--you'll have to go! Where's that infernal time-table ?" He rushed to the table on to which he had thrown the time-table after looking up the train, snatched it up, and looked at the cover.

"Why, hang it!" he cried.

"It's for June--June, 1903!" "Oh!" cried Germaine, almost in a scream.

"It's incredible! It's one of Jacques' jokes!".