“Very good, Sir Roger.”
“Is the ladder ready?”
“Yes, Sir Roger.”
“And the what’s-its-name?”
“Quite ready, Sir Roger.”
“Let’s see it.”
It was inspected and pronounced satisfactory. Then Roger Deane set out to return to his hotel, murmuring contentedly:
“If that don’t make up their minds for ‘em, I don’t know what will.”
Then he paused suddenly.
“Gad! Will the women have hysterics?” he asked, but in a moment he added, reassuring himself, “Maud never has, and, hang it, we must chance the rest.”