"Hold on there!" said Koschinsky. "I expect a very fine bird soon. You'd better wait. It was here only last night; and the bird asked whether you had been in." Arthur started.
"For me? Miss Silverman?"
"I said a bird," was the dogged reply. And then Yetta walked up to Arthur and asked:—
"Where have you been? Why haven't you called?" He blushed.
"I was ashamed."
"Because you were so, so—frightened, that night?"
"Yes."
"But nothing came of the affair. The police could get no evidence. We had no flags—"
"That scarlet one I saw you with—what of it?" She smiled.
"Did you look in your pockets when you got home? I stuffed the flag in one of them while we were downstairs." He burst into genteel laughter.