He's left it somewhere in his room." At the thought of handling the shining cigarette-case Mrs.Pittaway rubbed her hands on her apron; then the look of favor with which her eyes had rested on the fair guileless face of the Terror, changed to a frown; and she said: "Bother the thing! It's sure to be stuck somewhere out of sight.

And the bar full, too." "Don't you trouble; I'll get it.

I know the bedroom," said the Terror with ready amiability; and he started to mount the stairs.
"Oh, thank you, sir," said Mrs.Pittaway, bustling back to the bar.
Erebus and Wiggins dashed lightly up the stairs after the Terror.

In less than two minutes the deft hands of the Twins had dealt with the bed; and their intelligent eyes were eagerly scanning the hapless unprotected bedroom.

Erebus sprang to the shaving-brush on the mantelpiece and thrust it under the mattress.