'Yes, sir.'
'I say, Shawn,' Hugo cried, as he went to his bath, 'talking of that chap up above, play me the Captives' chorus from "Fidelio."'
'It is not in the répertoire, sir,' said Simon, after searching.
'Not in the répertoire! Impossible!'
'No, sir.'
'Ah well, then, let us have the Wedding March from "Lohengrin."'
'With pleasure, sir.'
But Simon was unfortunate that morning. The toilet completed, Hugo came towards him swinging the gold token, the bearer of which had the right to take whatever he chose from all the hundred and thirty-one departments of the stores in exchange for a simple receipt.
'I will interview the burglar,' said Hugo. 'But just run down first and get me a pair of handcuffs.'
In ten minutes Simon returned crestfallen.