“Well, you’re going to draw in a good many of those breaths yet,” declared Jim, with decision. “Now, let’s cut out all the gloom stuff and you get to bed with the belief that everything’s going to be for the best in the best of all possible worlds. McRae would have a fit if he knew I’d kept you up talking.”
Just then there came a knock at the door.
“Who on earth can that be?” asked Jim, a little impatiently.
“A bellboy perhaps,” surmised Joe. “Better let him in and see what he wants. Come in,” he called.
The door opened, and in the doorway stood framed a resplendent vision, a young man dressed from head to foot in the very height of fashion.
CHAPTER IV
REGGIE TURNS UP
“Reggie!” came from Joe and Jim in chorus as they made a rush for the visitor.
The newcomer smiled affably as Joe and Jim grasped his hands, slapped him on the back and drew him boisterously into the room, where they plumped him into a chair.
“My word!” he ejaculated, in an accent that he tried to make as English as possible. “Might almost suppose you fellahs were glad to see me, eh what?”