"And that's the reason he told the lie he did—knowing that everything will blow over in twenty-four hours."
"Ted, by the Lord Harry, I believe you've hit it!" said Gunther excitedly. "I say—"
"What?"
"Let's go up to your rooms—there may be a letter from Mrs. Kildair."
Full of eagerness they went to Beecher's rooms—only to return empty-handed and disappointed. Then they hurried to the club and searched the letter-boxes without success.
Disappointed and impatient they went in to a late lunch.
"What are you going to do about that check of Miss Charters'?" said Gunther in an aggressive tone.
"Take it round to her," said Beecher, looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Mail it."
"Why?"