As they passed out together, he added meditatively, "I think you'll like the old mill, Chirpy. It's thatched."
"I'm sure I shall," she answered earnestly.
V
THE KNIGHT ERRANT TAKES THE FIELD
Rivington returned to his rooms that night, after dining at a restaurant, with a pleasing sense of having accomplished something that had been well worth the doing. He chuckled to himself a little as he walked. It was a decidedly humorous situation.
He was met at the top of the stairs by his servant, a sharp-faced lad of fifteen whom he had picked out of the dock of a police-court some months before, and who was devoted to him in consequence.
"There's a gentleman waitin' for you sir; wouldn't take 'No' for an answer; been 'ere best part of an hour. Name of Sin, sir. Looks like a foreigner."
"Eh?" The blue eyes widened for a moment, then smiled approbation. "Very appropriate," murmured Rivington. "All right, Tommy; I know the gentleman."
He was still smiling as he entered his room.
A slim, dark man turned swiftly from its farther end to meet him. He had obviously been prowling up and down.