Before I went to bed, however, I sat down and wrote a report of my doings for Miss Kitwater.

Little as I had to tell, the writing of this letter gave me considerable pleasure.

I could imagine it coming like a breath from another world to that quiet house at Bishopstowe.

I pictured the girl's face as she read it, and the strained attention of the two men, who, needless to say, would hang on every word.

When I had finished it I went to bed, to dream that Gideon Hayle and I were swimming a race in the Seine for five gigantic rubies which were to be presented to the winner by Miss Kitwater.
Next morning I arose early, went for a stroll along the Boulevards, and returned to breakfast at eight o'clock.