Came then a knock upon the door.
"Come in," invited Jimmie Dale.
It was old Jason, the butler.

The old man was visibly excited, as he extended a silver tray on which lay a letter.
Jimmie Dale's hand reached quickly out, the long, slim tapering fingers closed upon the envelope--but his eyes were on Jason significantly, questioningly.
"Yes, Master Jim," said the old man, "I recognised it on the instant, sir.

After what you said, sir, last week, honouring me, I might say, to a certain extent with your confidence, though I'm sure I don't know what it all means, I--" "Who brought it this time, Jason ?" inquired Jimmie Dale quietly.
"Not the young person, begging your pardon, not the young lady, sir.

A shuffer in a big automobile.

'Your master at once,' he says, and shoves the letter into my hand, and was off." "Very good, Jason," said Jimmie Dale.