CHAPTER XIX
WAITING FOR THE REVELLER
It was a very deep doze into which I sank. I roused myself with a start as the little gilt clock on the mantel-piece chimed four.
I sprang up. Had Miss Million come in without waking me?
I tapped at the door of her bedroom. No reply.
I went softly in, switching on the lights. There was no one there. All was in the apple-pie order in which I had left her pretty, luxurious room.
She hadn't come in? At four o'clock? Wondering and troubled, I went back to the couch and dozed again.
It was five o'clock when next I woke. Dawn struggled through the chinks of the blinds.