"Laugh at it, and let the sender see us laughing," said Jack, suiting the action to the word.
"It seemed to drop straight down," thought Bobo.
"The balcony!" thought Jack. He rose without any appearance of haste and made his way up-stairs. He had no difficulty in picking out the table that was just over their heads. It was now empty. The napkins lay where they had been dropped. He summoned the waiter.
"Who sat at that table?"
The man cringed to the authoritative air. "An elderly couple, sir. Never saw them before."
"Describe them."
"Plain people, sir. Quietly dressed. But very genteel and liberal."
This seemed to be about the best the waiter could do, even with the stimulus of a generous tip. He did add that the old gentleman wore a heavy gray mustache and small imperial.
"They have just gone?" said Jack.
"Just took the elevator, sir."