He questioned one of the _garcons_, who pointed out to him in the hotel register for travellers the following entry: "M.

Moriaz, member of the Institute of France, and his daughter, from Paris, _en route_ for Saint Moritz." "And where then ?" he asked himself; then dismissed the subject from his mind.
When he had dined, he repaired to the post-office to inquire for a letter he was expecting from Vienna.

He found it, and returned to shut himself up in his chamber, where he tore open the envelope with a feverish hand.

This letter, written in a more peculiar than felicitous French, was the reply of the Jew banker.

It read as follows: "M.