“Good-bye.”
He heard the click as she hung up the receiver; and nothing more. With an exclamation of annoyance he swung round from the desk.
“Somebody coming?” enquired Iff brightly.
Staff eyed him with overt distrust. “Yes,” he said reluctantly.
“Miss Searle bringing the evanescent collar, eh?”
Staff nodded curtly.
“Plagued nuisance,” commented Iff. “And me wanting to go to sleep the worst I ever did.”
“Don’t let this keep you up,” said Staff.
“But,” Iff remonstrated, “you can’t receive a lady in here with me asleep on your divan.”
“I don’t intend to,” Staff told him bluntly. “I’m going to meet the taxi at the door, get into it with her, and take that infernal necklace directly to Miss Landis, at her hotel.”