"’Don’t bother about paying me, colour-sergeant,’ he said one day. ’I’ve plenty of money. Keep it and give the boys a drink.’ This charmed the company, and he was made a hero. He also ordered superfine clothing, and many other odds and ends, from the Master Tailor and outside tradesmen. ’Just send on the bills,’ was his aristocratic command. They were delighted, for the whole garrison was full of the romance of this peer’s nephew in the ranks. And the girls—didn’t they rush him! Even the officers’ daughters went crazy about him. In his private’s uniform he used to walk them out to tea. You see they pitied him, and thought he was getting thin on bully beef, toad-in-the-hole, and dead-cat stew. And then the colonel’s wife met him. He used to tell her of his fiancée, Lady Gwendoline, and the great times he had with Lord Noddy at his Highland shootings. The dear lady became interested, and even got the length of walking round the ramparts arm-in-arm. Didn’t we envy him, for she was a beauty. And they say she kissed the old colonel one night and said, ’Now, dear, you must be kind to that boy and get him his commission.’ "’Certainly! Certainly!’ answered the old chap. "In this way, you see, he got into the hearts of all. And he was as keen as mustard. He used to slope arms and salute in front of the mirror, and ’paid’ a man well to clean his kit. At night, too, he used to go to the adjutant’s room and get books on drill. The adjutant told him everything.—How the regiment was worked; the keeping of the books, the filing of records, and the recording of the cash in the orderly-room safe. "’Then the adjutant keeps all the regimental pay in the safe?’ he asked of him one night. "’Oh yes, there are the keys,’ replied the captain casually. "Shortly after this Algy received a wire saying, ’Can you come for grouse-shooting on the Twelfth.—Lord Noddy.’ He rushed to the colonel and presented it, at the same time asking for leave. "’Well, it’s unusual, my lad, but seeing who you are, you can go for seven days.’ And away went Algy with all his luggage. He got a cheer from the boys as he went through the gate, for he was the idol of all. The seven days passed, but on the eighth no Algy appeared. "’Private Algy de Verepot absent, sir,’ was the report on the morning parade. It startled everybody. It was the talk of the garrison, and caused grief among the ladies in town. Had he been killed! Had he deserted! What had happened! These were the topics of the day. Algy’s disappearance caused more commotion than the coronation of a king. And then some strange things were discovered. "£300 had been stolen from the adjutant’s safe. "A sergeant had lost his false teeth. "Algy’s servant missed all his furlough money. "The colonel’s wife had given Algy a cheque for £50. "Five officers had lent him a fiver. "And a barmaid from the town was missing. ’It can’t be Algy who has done this!’ said the regiment.