"Fancy your being here all the time!" said he. "And me looked for you everywhere—"
"Mr. Bryany," Seven Sachs interrupted him calmly, "have you got those letters off?"
"Not yet, sir."
Seven Sachs urbanely smiled. "I think we ought to get them off to-night."
"Certainly," agreed Mr. Bryany with eagerness, and moved towards the door.
"Here's the key of my sitting-room," Seven Sachs stopped him, producing a key.
Mr. Bryany, by a mischance catching Edward Henry's eye as he took the key, blushed.
In a moment Edward Henry was alone with the two silent celebrities.
"Well," said Edward Henry to himself, "I've let myself in for it this time—no mistake! What in the name of common sense am I doing here?"
Rose Euclid coughed and arranged the folds of her dress.