The draft itself is on the London Rothschilds, but they will cash it at Belmont's.' I did not quite like that arrangement: it did not seem entirely business-like. 'Your Excellency,' I said, 'it is the custom here to have checks for large amounts certified before they are offered in payment.' But I had to explain what certification meant before he understood me. 'That is nothing,' he said, 'that is nothing. If his Highness is pleased, we will go to Belmont's together, or, if you prefer, we will sit here over a Sam Ward and let one of the hotel-clerks go to the bank in our stead.' There seemed to me nothing objectionable in that suggestion; for, after all, I could not exact of any one, however grand-ducal he might be, to go about with a hundred and ten thousand dollars in his waistcoat." "Or in his trousers either." "Or in his trousers either, as you very properly put it. Now, _Mr._ Jones--Mr. Leigh, look at me; Colonel Barker--colonel--I am coming to the point. Where's that waiter? Gentlemen, see here; watch that man there--watch Jones. Don't take your eyes off _Mr._ Jones, but listen, all of you, to what I say. Mr. Leigh, you are looking at me: look at your friend, colonel, I insist. _Mr._ Jones, _you_, if you care to, can look at me. Now, gentlemen, now--" "Have you got a camera concealed about your person?" "No, I have not, but I have something that came from one. You wait a minute, and I'll show it to you. I'll show it to you all. Where did I leave off?" "In his waistcoat-pocket."