Chapter 22 DISCLOSES A SCHEME.

At noon next day, while Ansell was lying lazily in bed in the Palace Hotel reading the Matin, a page entered with a letter.

He tore it open, and found that it was dated from the railway buffet at Calais-Maritime, and read:

"Dear Ralph,-Impossible to send oof. Lady Michelcoombe squeezed dry. Husband knows. So lie low.-Ted."

He crushed the l