and then slowly descended. "He suspects nothing!" the amatory youth
murmured, as he passed out upon the broad Quai du Leman.

He walked swiftly along, gayly whistling "Donna e Mobile,"
with certain private variations of his own, until he reached the
splendid monument erected to the miserly old Duke of Brunswick,
who showered his scraped-up millions upon an alien city, to spite
his own fat-witted Brunswickers, and so escaped the blood-fleshed
talons of the hungry-Prussian eagle.

Duke Charles I hovered amiably in the air, over a comfortable
carriage wherein the "other little matters" were most temptingly
materialized in the person of a lovely woman waiting there with
burning eyes, her splendid face veiled in a black Spanish lace
scarf. It was the old fate--"Unlucky at cards, lucky in love!" The
staff officer's abrupt command to "drive everywhere, anywhere,"
until "further orders," was implicitly obeyed by the stolid cabby,
who set off at once for a long round of the mild "lions" of fair
Geneva, nestling there by the shimmering lake.

The click of the horses' feet upon the deserted roadway kept time
to the murmurs of a most coy Delilah, who molded as wax in her
slender hands the ardent military Samson, who was all unmindful
of his flowing locks! And the silent moon shimmered down upon the
waste of waters!

Alan Hawke was seated for an hour alone in his room, enjoying the
cigars offered up by the "Universal Provider," who had yielded up
so liberally. The strong brandy and soda had at last restored his
shaken nerves, for he had played with his life staked upon the