Jenkins' whisper brushed my ear as I moved away:
"Sleeping like a baby, ain't he, sir?"
CHAPTER XIII
FRANCES
By Jove, it seemed to me I had been asleep about a minute when I saw the sunlight splashing through the blinds.
Jenkins stood beside me with something in his hand.
"Didn't hear me, did you, sir?" he was asking. "I said I thought the address looked like Mr. Billings' handwriting. And he's gone, sir."
"Gone?"
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I had a befogged notion that Jenkins looked a little queer.