When the waiter finally left the coffee-room, and the two men had it all to themselves, Arnold moved swiftly forward and gripped Gerald's hand, before the young man was aware of his intention. "You are the lover of my dear girl," he said, in a singularly melodious voice. "I knew you at once, from her description of you."
"I can return the compliment," said Gerald, responding to the warm clasp. "Mavis told me what you were like, and indeed, I also have the description given in 'The Arabian Nights' to go upon."
"Schaibar!" said Arnold, with a smile. "Yes; she always called me that. I am glad that you have obeyed my summons so speedily, Mr. Haskins, as I am sure that you are a true friend to my unhappy pupil."
"I am her lover," replied Gerald quietly, "and, as her lover, I am prepared to go any lengths to save her from that rascal."
"Meaning Major Rebb?"
"Of course! He is trying to ruin Mavis, in order to get her money."
"I wonder how you found that out, Mr. Haskins."
"It's a long story and----"
"And you can tell it to me and Mavis."
"Mavis!" Gerald stared. "What do you mean? Have you any idea where she is, Mr. Arnold?"