It is now confirmed by the reply I received to my telegram." "And what, Sir Justin, does Scotland Yard have to say about me ?" "Julia," said her parent, "this unhappy young man did indeed profess for some time a regard for his uncle's teachings, and even, I believe, advocated them in writing.

In this way he obtained the disposal of considerable funds contributed by unsuspicious persons for ostensibly philanthropic purposes.

About two years ago these funds and Count Bunker simultaneously disappeared, and your estimable guest was last heard of under an assumed name in the republic of Uruguay." Uncomfortable as his predicament was, this picture of himself as the fraudulent philanthropist was too much for Bunker's sense of humor, and to the extreme astonishment of his visitors he went off into a fit of laughter so hearty and prolonged that it was some time before he recovered his gravity.
"My dear friends," he exclaimed at last, "I am not that Bunker at all! In fact I was only created a few weeks ago.

Bring me back my clothes, and in return I'll tell you a deuced sight funnier story even than that." Sir Justin rose and led his daughter to the door.
"You will have an opportunity to-morrow," he replied stiffly.

"In the meantime I shall leave you to the enjoyment of the joke." "But, my dear sir----" Sir Justin turned his back, and the door closed upon him again.
Count Bunker's position was now less supportable than ever.
"Escape I must," he thought.
And hardly had he breathed the word when a gleam of his old luck seemed to return.