I was wide awake in an instant.
Between me and the moon was outlined the tall form of Hepburn, fully clothed and smoking a cigar.
“Is that you, Mr. Hepburn?” said I.
“Yes,” said he, softly, so as to awaken no one else. “Did I wake you? Pardon me.”
“Oh, that’s all right. But why are you up and dressed?”
“Why,” said he, very glibly, “the night is so beautiful and bright that it seems a sin to sleep, don’t you know. I thought I’d stroll about a bit.”
My conscience smote me.
“It was that sofa, wasn’t it?”
“Don’t say a word. Sofa’s awfully jolly, but I think I drank too much coffee.”
“What’s the matter?” said Ellery, waking up.