"Do you think you can get him?"
"I've engaged him already."
"H-m." Mark stared at the detective, then burst forth with, "What time did you get up?"
"I didn't have to get up. I haven't gone to bed yet."
Mark sat down in his chair to think. After a while he put out his hand to the detective.
"I believe you've got it, Saunders. I'll do it—but you'd better get some rest"
"Me for my little trundle bed." And Saunders, in high spirits, waved his hand as he went out the door.
Left alone, Mark proceeded to dress, but awaited Father Murray's return before going down to breakfast. The time seemed long after breakfast, but at length the priest prepared to leave the hotel.
Mark spoke nonchalantly. "Oh, Father, I'm going out in the country with some friends, and may not get back till quite late to-night."
"All right, Mark. I hope you have a pleasant trip."