“What was the matter with the duchess?” Ruggles asked. “Were you too young for her, or not rich enough?”
Significantly the boy answered: “One too many, Josh,” and Ruggles winced at the response.
“Here are the fellows with my trunks and things,” he announced as the porters came in with his luggage. “Just drop them there, boys; they’re going to fix some kind of a room later.”
Blair’s long silk-lined coat lay on a chair where he had flung it, his hat beside it, and Ruggles went over to the corner and lifted up a fragrant glove. It was one of Letty Lane’s gloves which Dan had found in the motor and taken possession of. The young man had gone to his dressing-room and begun running his bath, and Ruggles, laying the glove on the table, said to himself:
“I knew he would get rid of the duchess, all right.”
But when Dan came back into the room later in his dressing-gown for breakfast, Ruggles said:
“You’ll have to send her back her glove, Dannie.”
At the sight of it beside the breakfast tray, Dan blushed scarlet. He picked up the fragrant object.
“That’s all right; I’ll take care of it.”
“Is Mandalay running the same as ever?” Ruggles asked over his bacon and eggs.