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t five thousand francs sounds like business. Half the cash down, you said; anything by way of preliminary expenses?" "Meaning?" "Say, one per cent., fifty francs. Otherwise, I must paint all day and trust to the post--the least eloquent of ambassadors." "Oh, as to that," and Julius produced a hundred-franc note from his pocketbook. The Pole accepted it gravely. "I go instantly, monsieur," he said. He began to fold his easel and put away his brushes and colors. Once he glanced up at the rapt Madonna. "_Au 'voir, ma belle_," he murmured. "This affair of Saint Peter must be arranged. It presses. They change Kings speedily in Delgratz nowadays, and their taste in saints may follow suit. But, courage! I shall return, and who knows what will come of this excursion into the forgotten realm of Byzantium?" Count Marulitch, of course, had not counted on one who was a complete stranger not only recognizing him but stripping the pretense so thoroughly of the artistic commission offered to Alec's fair companion of that memorable morning. He must put the best face on his blunder when discussing it with Beliani, and he promised himself a quite definite understanding with Poluski ere another sou left his pocket. Meanwhile, who was Poluski? That question, at least, could be answered easily. One clue might lead to another. To-morrow, when they met, it might be his turn to astonish the warped little Pole. Felix, feeling that he had spoiled the Egyptians excellently well, hobbled off to his favorite cafe. Early as the hour was, various cronies were there already, sipping their morning refreshments; but he passed them with a nod and made for the fat proprietress throned behind a high desk. When she caught sight of him, a certain air of firmness seemed to struggle with sympathy for possession of her bulging features, and she hastily thumbed a small account book taken from beneath a pile of waiter's dockets. "How much, madame?" asked Felix, who had missed none of this. "Twenty-seven seventy-five," she said severely. "Can one make it thirty, _mignonne_?" "Thirty! Tell me, then, how market bills are to be met when one is owed these thirties?" "Dear angel, Providence has decided that you shall deal with such problems." "Well, well, no more, not a centime beyond the thirty!" "Monstrous, yet all heart!" murmured Felix. He struck an attitude, and sang with exquisite feeling the opening bars of the Jewel Song from
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