“Be careful to make no noise, Roy,” Sydney cautioned him.
But when Roy entered his own apartment, there was Rex sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes.
Roy hoped he would go at once to his room, but he began to talk about the strangeness of his having fallen asleep in that way, and then when he saw what time it was, wanted to know why Roy hadn’t gone to bed.
“How could I when you were in the way?” Roy answered smilingly, and just then Sydney called to him softly from down the hall, “Roy, aren’t you coming?”
There was no help for it. Roy went to the closet and took down his overcoat.
“Why, where are you going this time of night, Roy Pell?” demanded Rex.
“Just out for a little while; good night, old fellow. You’d better go straight to bed.”
“But look here, Roy.” Rex was following him out into the hall. “This is mighty queer, your going off this way. Does mother know about it?”
Rex ceased abruptly. He had come face to face with Sydney, all dressed for the street.
“Reggie, what are you doing up?” Sydney asked, and to Rex his voice sounded cold and stern.