“Sound asleep. I had no idea that I was out of my berth.”
“You seemed to wake up pretty quick afterward!”
“To be sure I did! I rather think you would wake up, too, if I should jump upon your back from the top berth! But I forgive you—don’t apologize, I beg. I should have been misled, as you were, if our situations had been changed.”
Certainly Mr. Mortimer Fairfax was cool.
In his limited acquaintance with the world Robert had never dreamed of the existence of such a character, but he was gifted with shrewd common sense, and he did not for an instant believe the story which the other palmed off upon him.
“Mr. Fairfax,” he said, “shall I tell you what I think of your story?”
“Yes, if you please.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“What!” exclaimed Fairfax sadly. “Is it possible you believe that I would rob you, my kind benefactor?”
“I don’t pretend to be your benefactor, but I haven’t a doubt about it.”