“My dear Anglin,” turning to his ever smiling secretary, “hand me that portfolio.”
From the portfolio case the speaker took a sealed packet, closed by red wax, and tape-wound.
“In Paris, my dear boy,” addressing Henri, “you will deliver this to the address written thereon, and,” in impressive tone, “I should regret exceedingly if it should fall into any other hands than those authorized to receive it.
“Remember that!
“The captain will give you all other necessary instructions.
“My young friends, permit me to say bon soir.” (Good evening.)
CHAPTER XXXIV.
AT THE FRONT DOOR OF PARIS.
“You made quite a hit with his nobs,” remarked Billy to Henri when the party reached the street, and started for the Maritime station.
“Wasn’t he fine, though!” exclaimed Henri.