d to some strange world in which the tact, and courage, and
acuteness natural to him had not been of avail to him. Madam Gordeloup
had opened a new world to him--a new world of which he desired to make
no further experience. Gradually he began to understand why he had been
desired to prepare himself for Michaelmas eating. Gradually some idea
about Archie's glove glimmered across his brain. A wonderful woman
certainly was the Russian spy--a phenomenon which in future years he
might perhaps be glad to remember that he had seen in the flesh. The
first race-horse which he might ever own and name himself, he would
certainly call the Russian Spy. In the meantime, as he slowly walked
across Berkeley Square, he acknowledged to himself that she was not mad,
and acknowledged also that the less said about that seventy pounds the
better. From thence he crossed Piccadilly, and sauntered down St.
James's Street into Pall Mall, revolving in his mind how he would carry
himself with Clavvy. He, at any rate, had his ground for triumph. He had
parted with no money, and had ascertained by his own wit that no
available assistance from that quarter was to be had in the matter which
his friend had in hand.

It was some hours after this when the two friends met, and at that time
Doodles was up to his eyes in chalk and the profitable delights of pool.
But Archie was too intent on his business to pay much regard to his
friend's proper avocation. "Well, Doodles," he said, hardly waiting till
his ambassador had finished his stroke and laid his ball close waxed to
one of the cushions. "Well; have you seen her?"

"Oh, yes; I've seen her," said Doodles, seating himself on an exalted
bench which ran round the room, while Archie, with anxious eyes, stood
before him.

"Well?" said Archie.

"She's a rum 'un. Thank 'ee, Griggs; you always stand to me like a
brick." This was said to a young lieutenant who had failed to hit the
captain's ball, and now tendered him a shilling with a very bitter look.

"She is queer," said Archie, "certainly."

"Queer! By George, I'll back her for the queerest bit of horseflesh
going any way about these diggings. I thought she was mad at first, but
I believe she knows what she's about."

"She knows what she's about well enough.. She's worth all the money if
you can only get her to work."

"Bosh, my dear fellow."

"Why bosh? What's up now?"

"Bosh! Bosh! Bosh! Me to play, is it?" Down he went, and not finding a
go