"Now, for my check cashing, then, Monsieur Francois, a farewell visit to Miss Euphrosyne, and a secret council with the fair Genie," He merrily breakfasted, and was more than rewarded for his Mephistophelian entertainment of Francois.

The sly Figaro "parted freely," and when he slunk back to the "Institute" he was the richer by fifty francs.

Major Hawke was the happy possessor of the coveted photographs, and a private address of Francois, artfully informing that person that he was going to London, and on his return, in a few months, desired a cicerone in the hypocritically placid town.
Francois's eyes gleamed in a happy anticipation of more Cognac and many easily earned francs.

"Now, Madame Berthe, I think I have the key of the enigma! I see a year's assured comfort before me, for I can play the part of the Saxon troops at Leipzig," the schemer joyously ruminated.
His farewell to Miss Delande impressed that thrifty dame with the golden fortunes which had descended upon her sister.

"Should you return to India, Major," she sibillated, "I will give you a confidential letter to Justine, for I know there is no one more fitted to remain in charge of sweet Nadine than my dear sister!" The Major blushingly accepted the honor, and directed the letter to be sent at once to Morley's Hotel, for, as he mysteriously whispered, "The Foreign office may send me back to India--in fact, I may be telegraphed for at any moment, and your sister will surely find a fast friend in me." "Easily gulled!" laughed Alan Hawke.