At any rate, it is easy to discover his whereabouts.

A French bookseller has telegraphed to Paris for the _Annuaire Officiel de l'Armee Francaise_, the French Army List.

It locates every officer in the French army, and as the Chasseurs d'Afrique generally chase in Africa, it will tell me the station in Algeria or Tunisia which Captain Vauvenarde adorns.

I can go straight to him as Madame Brandt's plenipotentiary, and if the unreasonable and fire-eating warrior does not run me through the body for impertinence before he has time to appreciate the delicacy of my mission, I may be able to convince him that a well-to-do wife is worth the respectable consideration of a hard-up captain of Chasseurs.

I say I may be able to convince him; but I shrink from the impudence of the encounter.