"There's the Quixande matter too," said Jack thoughtfully.
"An empty title, I fear, by this time. And the Carrons were of note ages before the Quixandes were heard of. You seem to have got on very good terms with Deseret"--to Jim.
"He was very good to me, sir. I don't know why, unless it was because of his old friendship with you. He always spoke very handsomely of you."
"He was always a good fellow, but a terrible gambler. And yet I don't think he suffered on the whole. He was so confoundedly rich that it made no difference to him in any way. I have seen him win and lose £10,000 in a night at Crockford's, without turning a hair."
"I saw him win somewhere about that at a house in St. James's Street and----"
"And how much did you lose?"
"Nothing, sir; I was only looking on. Charlie Denham took me there--just to see it, you know. When Lord Deseret heard my name he came up and spoke to me. He asked me to call on him, and scribbled his address on the back of a bank-note, and gave it to me, and insisted on my keeping it."
"Just like him!"
"Then the police came and we had to get out over the roofs----"
"I would dearly have liked to see Deseret getting out over the roofs," laughed the Colonel.