any right to complain. I only wish
Fate had blessed me with the same chance of getting away."

"If she had, where would you go and what would you do?"

"I'd go anywhere and do anything. You may take it from me that the
Bard was not very far out when he said that if money goes before, all
ways lie open."

"If that's all you want, we'll very soon send it before. Look here,
Jimmy; you've nothing to do, and I've less. What do you say to going
off somewhere? What's your fancy--Paris, south of France, Egypt,
Algiers? One place is like another to me."

"I don't want anything better than Algiers," said Jimmy. "Provided we
go by sea, I am your obedient and humble servant to command."

Then, waving his hand towards the gloom outside, he added: "Fog, Rain,
Sleet, and Snow, my luck triumphs, and I defy ye!"

"That's settled, then," said Browne, rising and standing before the
fire. "I'll wire to Mason to have the yacht ready at Plymouth
to-morrow evening. I should advise you to bring something warm with
you, for we are certain to find it cold going down Channel and crossing
the Bay at this time of the year. In a week, however, we shall be
enjoying warm weather once more. Now I must be getting along. You
don't happen to be coming my way, I suppose?"

"My dear fellow," said Jimmy, buttoning up his coat and putting on his
hat as he spoke, "my way is always your way. Are you going to walk or
will you cab it?"

"Walk," Browne replied. "This is not the sort of weather to ride in
hansoms. If you are ready, come along."

The two young men passed out of the club and along Pall Mall together.
Turning up Waterloo Place, they proceeded in the direction of
Piccadilly. The fog was thicker there than elsewhere, and every shop
window was brilliantly illuminated in order to display the wares within.

"Oh, by the way, Browne, I've got something to show you," said Foote,
as they passed over the crossing of Charles Street. "It may interest
you."

"What is it?" asked Browne. "A new cigarette or something more
atrocious than usual in the way of ties?"

"Better than that," returned his companion, and as he spoke he led his
friend towards a picture-shop, in the window of which were displayed a
number of works of art. Occupying a prominent position in the centre
was a large water-colour, and as Browne glanced at it his heart gave a
leap in his breast. It was a view of Merok taken from the spot where
he had rescued Katheri