"What is it?" inquired Mr. Stiffson in a trembling voice.
"It's me," responded Bindle sternly. "Open the door, sir, if you please. I can't 'ave you a-frightening this young lady."
"Tell her to go away, and then I'll come out," was the response.
Miss Boye giggled.
"You'd better come out, sir." There was decision in Bindle's voice.
"I'll go into my room," she whispered, "and then I'll come out again, see?"
Bindle did see, and nodded his head vigorously. Miss Boye disappeared.
"She ain't 'ere now, sir," he said, "so you'd better come out."
The bathroom door was cautiously opened, and Mr. Stiffson looked out with terror-dilated eyes.
"Is she really——?"