Helen smiled "have you a tooth ache dear" she asked.
"No I've not" said Cyril "look here Helen, have you seen a little card about the floor today?"
"Yes dear" replied Helen "a little Xmas card, that Mrs. Gingham sent you last year."
"Oh yes" said Cyril, trying to look as though that was what he meant "where did you put it?"
"In the desk dear" replied Helen producing a faded little card, which in an ordinary moment Cyril would have tossed into the fire, but now he carefully placed it in his note book.
"By the way Helen," said Cyril "I find I must go to Piccadilly again tomorrow as I did not get through my bussiness today, have breakfast at 8-30 will you?"
"Yes dear" replied Helen, and after saying goodnight to him, she put out the lamp, taking care to drop the pawn ticket, (which had been in her pocket all this time) on the hearth rug, where she had found it.
Helen slept very soundly indeed and she therefore was awake early. She got dressed quickly, and went down to the sitting room.
Pulling up the blind she glanced quickly round the room. The ticket still lay where she had dropped it; Cyril had evidently not been down.
By a quarter to 9 he made his appearance.