He handed me a letter, which I read then and there.
"The bearer is watching Miste in Nice.

I am going to stop the passages by Ventimiglia and the Col di Tende.

Miste has evidently appointed to meet his confederate at Genoa.

Two passages have been taken on the steamer sailing Saturday thence to Buenos Ayres." The letter was unsigned, but the handwriting that of my astute agent, Sander.

Things were beginning to look black for Monsieur Miste.