He stooped after me and his breath tickled my ear:
"Hers, sir! You know, that night—h'm!"
"Oh!" I said faintly. And this time he did catch my arm, and I was devilish glad, by Jove!
CHAPTER XXVII
I RECOVER THE PAJAMAS
Outside, swinging his club and kicking his heel in the macadam, I found a fat policeman—from New York, I knew by his helmet.
He turned and I saw—O'Keefe!
"Oh, there you are, sir!" And with a careless duck and a wave, he ambled forward and placed in my hands a parcel.
"It's them, all right!" he said with a fat wink. "The black silk pajamas—we got 'em, you see!"