"Oh, no, sir," said Rupert, smiling again.
"I should not like to have this little adventure of mine get into the papers. Do you see that house yonder?"
"Yes."
"It is the one where I live. If you have a little more time to spare won't you come in and stay a short time?"
"Yes, sir, if you desire it."
They reached the house and Sylvester rang the bell.
The door was opened by a maid servant about forty years of age. She looked at Sylvester's companion curiously.
"A young friend of mine, Rachel," said the young man. "Get ready a little supper for us, will you? Some tea, cold meat and toast."
"All right, Mr. Frank."