Haven't heard from him in a dog's age." "Couldn't be better," said Cleek.

"Then 'Jim Rickaby' let it be.

You'll get a letter from him first thing in the morning saying that he's back in England, and about to run down and spend the week-end with you.

At noon he will arrive, accompanied by his Borneo servant, named--er--Dollops.

You can put the 'blackie' up in some quarter of the house where he can move about at will without disturbing any of your own servants, and can get in and out at all hours; he will be useful, you know, in prowling about the grounds at night and ascertaining if the lady really does go to bed when she retires to her room.