I looked over the bronzed faces of these administrators, by sword and pen, of our great empire, and soon decided that Charles Miste was not among them.

The wisdom that cometh in the morning had, in fact, forced me to conclude that the search for the miscreant was better left in the hands of Mr.Sander and his professional assistants.
[Illustration: "IT IS THE LADY WHO ARRIVED YESTERDAY," ANSWERED THE WAITER.] At the breakfast table I received a telegram from Sander informing me that Paris still held out.

He wired me this advice according to arrangement; for he had decided that Miste, feeling, like all Frenchmen, ill at ease abroad, was only awaiting the surrender to return to Paris, and there begin more active measures to realise his wealth.

As soon, therefore, as the city fell I was to hasten thither and there meet Sander.
The arrival of my message occasioned a small stir in the room, and many keen glances were directed towards me as I read it.

I handed it to my nearest neighbour, explaining that he in turn was at liberty to pass the paper on.