Then he wrote a letter, which he addressed to "Signor Bruno, care of
Mrs. Potter, St. Mary Western, Dorset."

"I shall come," he wrote, "but not in the way you suggest. I have a
better plan. You must not know me when we meet."

He purchased a twenty-five centime stamp from Mr. Jacquetot, and posted
the letter with his own hand in the little wall-box at the corner of the
Rue St. Gingolphe.




CHAPTER VIII


FALSE METAL


There was, however, no cricket for Stanley Carew that morning. When
they came within sight of the house Mrs. Carew emerged from an open
window carrying several letters in her hand. She was not hurrying, but
walking leisurely, reading a letter as she walked.

"Just think, Hilda dear," she said, with as much surprise as she ever
allowed herself. "I have had a letter from the Vicomte d'Audierne. You
remember him?"

"Yes," said the girl; "I remember him, of course. He is not the sort of
man one forgets."