CHAPTER IX.
THE LADY'S MAID'S MOTHER When the manager, much appeased and relieved in mind, had gone, Fullaway tapped at the door of the bedroom, summoned the pretty chambermaid, and handed her the rosewood box.
"Put this back exactly where Mademoiselle has kept it since she came here," he commanded.

"Now you yourself--you're going to stay in the rooms until she comes back from the concert?
That's right--if she returns before my friend and I come up again, tell her that we shall present ourselves at five minutes to eleven.

Come downstairs, Allerdyke," he proceeded, leading the way from the room.

"We must book rooms for the night here, so we'll send to the station for our things and make our arrangements, after which we'll smoke a cigar and talk--I am beginning to see chinks of daylight." He led Allerdyke down to the office, completed the necessary arrangements, and went on to the smoking-room, in a quiet corner of which he pulled out his cigar-case.
"Well ?" he said.

"What do you think now ?" "I think you're a smart chap," answered Allerdyke bluntly.