He paced and repaced the length of Holborn, wondering where it was that Eve had found employment; but from Camden Town he held aloof.
One morning there arrived for him a postcard on which was scribbled: "We are going to the Savoy on Saturday night.

Gallery." No signature, no address; but of course the writer must be Patty Ringrose.

Mentally, he thanked her with much fervour.

And on the stated evening, nearly an hour before the opening of the doors, he climbed the stone steps leading to the gallery entrance of the Savoy Theatre.

At the summit two or three persons were already waiting--strangers to him.