"If madame does not want the money, and will give it to me, I will see what I can do with it." She handed him the coins; he transferred them to the board at his back. Then he held out to her the horse which he had been dusting. "See, madame, is it not a perfect model? And feel how heavy--over three kilos, more than six English pounds. When you consider that there are nine horses, all exactly the same weight, you will perceive that it is not easy work to be a _tourneur_. That toy horse is worth much more to the administration than if it were a real horse; it is from the Number Five that all this comes." He waved his hand as if to denote the entire building. "I thought that public gambling was prohibited in France and in all Christian countries, and that it was only permitted in such haunts of wickedness as Monte Carlo." "Gambling? Ah, the little horses is not gambling! It is an amusement." A voice addressed her from the other side of the table. It was Mr. Huhn. "Didn't I tell you it wasn't gambling? It's as this gentleman says--an amusement; especially for the administration." "Ah, yes--in particular for the administration." The _tourneur_ laughed. Miss Donne and Mr. Huhn went out together by the same door through which they had gone the night before. They sat on the low wall. He had some towels on his arm; he had been bathing. Already the sea was glowing with the radiance of the sun. "So you've relieved yourself of your ill-gotten gains?" "I have returned them to the administration." "To the ---- did that gentleman say he would hand those five-franc pieces to the administration?" "He said that he would see what he could do with them." "Just so. There's no doubt that that is what he will do. So you did sleep upon that burning question?" "I did." "Then you got the better of me; because I didn't sleep at all." "I am sorry." "You ought to be, since the fault was yours." "Mine! My fault that you didn't sleep!" "Do you see what I've got here?" He made an upward movement with his hand. For the first time she noticed that in his buttonhole he had a tiny copy of the Union Jack. "Did you buy that of the man outside the town gate?" He nodded. "Why, it was of that very same man that I bought this." From the inside of her blouse she produced that minute representation of the colours he knew so well. They looked at each other, and.... When some time after they were lunching, he forming a fourth at the small table which belonged of right to Mr. and Mrs. Palmer, he said to Annie Moriarty, that was:-- "Since you're an old friend of Miss Donne you may be interested in knowing that there's likely soon to be an International Alliance." He motioned to the lady at his side and then to himself, as if to call attention to the fact that in his buttonhole was the Union Jack, while on Miss Donne's blouse was pinned the American flag. But keen-witted Mrs. Palmer had realized what exactly was the condition of affairs some time before.