wasn't old Tulliwuddle at all. I faked it myself."

"So?" gasped the Baron. "You assure me
truly?"

Muttering (the historian sincerely hopes) a petition
for forgiveness, Bunker firmly answered--

"I do assure you!"

The train had stopped, and as they were the only
first-class passengers on board, a peculiarly magnificent
footman already had his hand upon the door.
Before turning the handle, he touched his hat.

"Lord Tulliwuddle?" he respectfully inquired.

"Ja--zat is, yes, I am," replied the Baron.



CHAPTER VIII

From the platform down to the pier was only
some fifty yards, and before them the travellers
perceived an exceedingly smart steam-
launch, and a stout middle-aged gentleman,
in a blue serge suit and yachting cap, advancing from
it to greet them. They had only time to observe that
he had a sanguine complexion, iron-gray whiskers, and