"Place of residence!"

Warburton looked at the clerk in blank astonishment. Place of
residence? Why, heaven help him, he had none, none! For the first
time since he left the Army the knowledge came home to him, and it
struck rather deep. He caught up the pen, poised it an indecisive
moment, then hastily scribbled Paris: as well Paris as anywhere. Then
he took out his wallet, comfortably packed with English and French
bank-notes, and a second wave of astonishment rolled over him.
Altogether, it was a rare good chance that he ever came to the
surface again. No plan, no place of residence, no American money!

"Good Lord! I forgot all about exchanging it on shipboard!" he
exclaimed.

"Don't let that trouble you, sir," said the clerk, with real
affability. "Our own bank will exchange your money in the morning."

"But I haven't a penny of American money on my person!"

"How much will you need for the evening, sir?"

"Not more than fifty."

The clerk brought forth a slip of paper, wrote something on it, and
handed it to Warburton.

"Sign here," he said, indicating a blank space.

And presently Mr. Robert, having deposited his foreign money in the