3 I4 . BY ORDER OF THE CZAR.
if he could have had the smallest clue to Sam's feeling, that if he did not lose his head he had long since lost his heart. Let us hope that the worthy young man of stocks and shares and financial adventure may not have lost it in vain.
When he arrived at Milan he found the following tele- gram awaiting him :
" Thanks, dear friend no mistake feel that you have guessed my object aright, your happiness and hers.
11 JENNY MILBANKE."
Sam smiled as he read and re-read Jenny's message. All the world seemed new to him. The hotel could not hold him. He went out into the city. He walked for miles. He was in no hurry, as it seemed to Sam, to go on. What had come over him ? Had things gone wrong ? No, he was convinced that everything was going right.
" Pleasant city this, Devereux."
" Yes, sir."
"Seen the Cathedral? "
"No, sir."
" See it."
"Yes, sir."
" I shall not go on until the morning."
" Very well, sir."
"Want to arrive at Venice at night."
" Yes, sir."
" To-morrow night."
"Yes, sir."
" Shall go and sleep for an hour or two."
"You look tired, sir."
" I am. First train in the morning."
"Yes, sir."
Sam had not slept a wink since he left London. Jenny's telegram had given him a new spell of wakeful life. But
