A few minutes later Barbara was asking Bubbles if he happened to know Mr. Harry West's address.
"He won't be coming back here," she said, "and I want to send him a book."
"I'll deliver it," said Bubbles. "He don't keep no regular address. You have to catch him on the run."
"Very well," she said, "take him this, with my very best thanks and my very best wishes."
And she gave Bubbles a charmingly bound copy of Rostand's "Far-Away Princess," and when Bubbles had trotted off, she dropped into her chair and cried because she thought she had broken poor West's heart. But there was stern stuff in his heart, and exultation, for he knew that in the supreme test of his life, he had thought only of--her.
XIX
"There, everything is understood," said Blizzard; "we are agreed upon the 15th of next January. And you can bring enough men on from the West to do the work?"
O'Hagan, thick-set, black, bristling, nodded across the table. "You have guaranteed the money and the hats," he said; "I will guarantee the men. What's behind that door?"
"Nothing but a junk-closet," said Blizzard. "Drink something."