While the tone of the note was the same as the other, this had been written by an educated hand. Jack looked sharply around the nearby tables. No face betrayed any self-consciousness. Behind them sat an honest couple from the suburbs; in front was a party of eight in evening dress, the men silly from too much champagne, the women bored and listless; at their right was a young couple, wholly and completely absorbed in each other; at their left, across an aisle, a gay old gentleman and a languid lady of the chorus--it seemed hard to credit that the note could have come from any of these. "What shall we do?" murmured Bobo tremulously. "Laugh at it, and let the sender see us laughing," said Jack, suiting the action to the word. "It seemed to drop straight down," thought Bobo. "The balcony!" thought Jack. He rose without any appearance of haste and made his way up-stairs. He had no difficulty in picking out the table that was just over their heads. It was now empty. The napkins lay where they had been dropped. He summoned the waiter. "Who sat at that table?" The man cringed to the authoritative air. "An elderly couple, sir. Never saw them before." "Describe them." "Plain people, sir. Quietly dressed. But very genteel and liberal." This seemed to be about the best the waiter could do, even with the stimulus of a generous tip. He did add that the old gentleman wore a heavy gray mustache and small imperial. "They have just gone?" said Jack. "Just took the elevator, sir." Jack returned to Bobo. "What shall we do?" said the fat youth again. "Oh, cheer up! Everything's going fine! Don't you see they've swallowed my bait whole. They think _you're_ the millionaire!" "That's fine for you," said Bobo, looking around nervously, "but where do I get off at?" 9 Next morning the delights of purchasing automobiles had to be put off a while longer to allow of some necessary business to be transacted. Jack wanted to secure Mr. Delamare's approval for his new plans. For obvious reasons he did not care to take Bobo to the bank, so he called up the financier, and asked him respectfully if he would mind coming to the hotel. A laugh answered him over the wire. "Would I mind! My dear boy! A banker would go to Tallapoosa to oblige a customer with an account like yours!" While they waited for him they breakfasted in the Dutch room. Bobo's appetite showed no evil effects resulting from his scare of the night before. During the meal the card of a visitor was brought them. H. J. WHIGHAM _The Eureka Protective Association_ "Ha!" cried Jack. "Exactly according to schedule!" "What's that?" asked Bobo. "Last night we got the rough stuff, to-day the smooth." "I don't understand." "Keep your ears open, and you'll see. Just let your little secretary deal with this gent for you."