CHAPTER VIII

TAWSITTER’S MILLIONS Jennerton felt that he was in luck when the man whom he had been busily and discreetly shadowing during the last week turned and spoke to him upon the Terrace at Monte Carlo. They had exchanged amenities at the _chemin-de-fer_ table upon the previous evening, but nothing had passed beyond the ordinary civilities of the moment, and Jennerton himself, although the two men were standing side by side, would not have ventured upon speech. “A very fine sight, that!” his neighbour remarked, lifting hi…