"And for present expenses?"
The king took a heavy chamois leather bag from under his cloak, and laid it on the table.
"There are three hundred pounds in gold, and seven hundred in notes," he said.
Holmes scribbled a receipt upon a sheet of his note-book, and handed it to him.
"And mademoiselle's address?" he asked.
"Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St. John's Wood."
Holmes took a note of it. "One other question," said he, thoughtfully. "Was the photograph a cabinet?"
"It was."
"Then, good-night, your majesty, and I trust that we shall soon have some good news for you. And good-night, Watson," he added, as the wheels of the royal brougham rolled down the street. "If you will be good enough to call to-morrow afternoon, at three o'clock, I should like to chat this little matter over with you."
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