CHAPTER XIX.
"TAKE ME AWAY!" Richard presented himself the next morning at the Hotel de Paris.
"Cheero!" he exclaimed, on being shown into Hunterleys' sitting-room.
"All right up to date, I see." Hunterleys nodded.

He had just come in from the bank and held his letters in his hand.

Richard seated himself on the edge of the table.
"I slept out on the yacht last night," he said.

"Got up at six o'clock and had a swim.

What about a round of golf at La Turbie?
We can get down again by luncheon-time, before the people are about." "Afraid I can't," Hunterleys replied.