"Yes."
"As soon as you and Mr. Rockwell can spare me, sir."
Simpson closed the hand bag, closed the suit case and strapped it.
"Is there anything else I can do, sir?"
"I believe not."
The waiter hesitated. Then he decided to speak what was in his heart:
"I am very greatly indebted to you, sir," he said, with an admirable combination of dignity and feeling. "You have made a happy man of a very wretched one and have--saved a young girl who was on a very wrong track. If ever I can render you any service, you can always command me, sir."
Merriam sprang up and advanced, holding out his hand.
"I'm tremendously glad," he said. "I have accomplished one thing anyway with all this miserable imposture."
Simpson shook his hand heartily. Then: