I was awakened by some one roughly shaking me. I protested, fought against it, but in vain. At last I opened my eyes, and saw that my persecutor was Godfrey.
"Come, Lester," he said, "you've been sleeping ten hours. It's time you were turning out."
I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. Then suddenly I remembered.
"Where's my jailer?" I asked, looking at the empty chair by the door.
"Oh, I cleared all that up. I didn't realise at first how suspicious our actions might seem, and how hard it would be to explain them."
"It was lucky I didn't have to spend the night in jail," I laughed. "Are those my trousers?"
"Yes; I had them cleaned—and they needed it. I had a hard time getting my special off—the operator took me for a tramp—and no wonder."
"Were you in time?"
"Oh, yes; and a lovely scoop it was. The town's full of special men, now, trying to work up the story."