"You will get your letter to-night."
Dicky looked doubtful.
"Where? When?" he asked.
"That's it. Where and when?"
Dicky pondered.
"On my pin-cushion, when I go upstairs to bed," he said at last--"although it strikes me as a most unmaidenly action for Hilda."
"So unmaidenly," I replied, "that you will probably find the letter on the hall table by your candle. Come and see."
My faith in Miss Beverley's sense of propriety was fully justified, for we found the letter in the hall beside the candlesticks exactly as I had foretold. Probably it had not lain there more than five minutes.
"What do you think of that?" I enquired.
"By Heavens, Holmes," exclaimed Dicky, who after his late lofty flight had characteristically relapsed into one of his most imbecile moods, "this is wonderful!"