Faith, it's time it came!' He deposited half of his funds in the hands of his well-known friends Monsieur and Madame Binat, and ordered himself a Zanzibar dance of the finest.

Monsieur Binat was shaking with drink, but Madame smiles sympathetically--'Monsieur needs a chair, of course, and of course Monsieur will sketch; Monsieur amuses himself strangely.' Binat raised a blue-white face from a cot in the inner room.

'I understand,' he quavered.

'We all know Monsieur.

Monsieur is an artist, as I have been.' Dick nodded.