Mind that you have a letter waiting for me at every one." He took a slip of paper from the side pocket of his coat, but, instead of handing it to the young lady, he remained staring at it with the utmost astonishment upon his face.
"Well, I never!" he exclaimed.

"Look here, Robert; what do you call this ?" "Hold it to the light.

Why, it's a fifty-pound Bank of England note.
Nothing remarkable about it that I can see." "On the contrary.

It's the queerest thing that ever happened to me.

I can't make head or tail of it." "Come, then, Hector," cried Miss McIntyre with a challenge in her eyes.
"Something very queer happened to me also to-day.