l who had just
been down to the station had mentioned meeting the _chauffeur_ in very
smart clothes (quite different from when he had been with the ladies)
going down the hill towards Santa Margherita, Sir Evelyn Haines' house,
where there was a big reception on.

While we were talking another man came out--a sort of under-porter, and
when he heard our porter telling that Miss Randolph had gone up to Mola,
he said in that case he had made a great mistake, for he had sent an
American gentleman who had been inquiring for her to the wrong place. He
had supposed that she would be at Sir Evelyn Haines' house, for a bazaar
was being held there for the benefit of a charity, and almost all the
English and Americans at the hotel San Domenico and the other Taormina
hotels had gone to it. The gentleman seemed in a great hurry, the porter
had noticed; and he had said that he had come from Palermo in a special
train, so as not to waste any time.

"Ah, didn't I tell you what Chauncey Randolph would do?" exclaimed Mr.
Payne, turning to me as if we were old friends. I believe Chauncey
Randolph has the reputation of being a millionaire; but I don't suppose
he's got any more money or is a bit more important than Pa.

We had kept our cab, which was waiting outside, and after a few minutes'
discussion between Lady B. and Mr. Payne, it was decided that we should
drive straight down to Sir Evelyn Haines', where probably the horrible
_chauffeur_ was audaciously passing himself off as the Honourable Jack
Winston, whom Sir Evelyn had never met.

Just as Pa was helping Lady B. into a cab, Mr. Payne exclaimed "Molly!"
and I looked over my shoulder to see the stuck-up thing I had met in
Blois. She was dressed differently, but I recognized her at once. I
suppose some people would call her pretty, but I don't in the least,
though she may be the sort of girl men like. She was walking, and her
fat aunt was hanging on to her arm, and an Italian man leading two
donkeys was close behind them.

"Why, Jimmy!" she answered, appearing to be very surprised, and glancing
from Mr. Payne to Lady B., from her to Pa and me. She shook hands, then
walked up to the cab to speak to Lady B., and had begun explaining that
her aunt had had a fall off the donkey she was riding, and they had
given up their excursion, when Mr. Payne interrupted her to do a little
explaining on _his_ side.

She stood looking perfectly dazed, as he told her how it was now proved
beyond