other, and that you wouldn't pay me the
four pence you borrowed of me last week."

And the cruel penance was inflicted to the last inch. Near the end the
Haddock groaned: "Here's Amelia Harringport--Oh! my God," and Dam
quickly turned his face unto the South and gazed at the fair land of
France. He remembered that General Harringport dwelt in these parts.

At the toll-gate Dam released the perspiration-soaked wretch, who had
suffered the torments of the damned, and who seemed to have met every
man and woman whom he knew in the world as he paraded the promenade
hanging lovingly to the arm of a common soldier! He thought of suicide
and shuddered at the bare idea.

"Well, I'm awf'ly sorry to have to run away and leave you now, dear
Haddock. I might have taken you to all the pubs in Folkestone if I'd
had time. I might have come to your hotel and dined with you. You
_will_ excuse me, won't you? I _must_ go now. I've got to wash up the
tea things and clean the Sergeant's boots," said Dam, cruelly wringing
the Haddock's agonized soft hand, and, with a complete and
disconcerting change, added, "And if you breathe a word about having
seen me, at Monksmead, or tell Lucille, _I'll seek you out, my
Haddock_, and--we will hold converse with thee". Then he strode away,
cursing himself for a fool, a cad, and a deteriorated, demoralized
ruffian. Anyhow, the Haddock would not mention the appalling incident
and give him away.

Nemesis followed him.

Seeking a quiet shop in a back street where he could have the
long-desired meal in private, he came to a small taxidermist's,
glanced in as he passed, and beheld the pride and joy of the
taxidermist's heart--a magnificent and really well-mounted
boa-constrictor, and fell shrieking, struggling, and screaming in the
gutter.

That night Damocles de Warrenne, ill, incoherent, and delirious,
passed in a cell, on a charge of drunk and disorderly and disgracing
the Queen's uniform.

Mr. Levi Solomonson had not disgraced it, of course.

"If we were not eating this excellent bread-and-dripping and drinking
this vile tea, what would you like to be eating and drinking,
Matthewson?" asked Trooper Nemo (formerly Aubrey Roussac d'Aubigny of
Harrow and Trinity).

"Oh, ... a little real turtle," said Dam, "just a lamina of _sole
frite_, a trifle of _vol an vent a la financiere_, a breast of
partridge, a mite of _pate de fois gras_, a peach _a la Melba_, the
roe of a bloater, and a few fat grapes