“The bag’s all ready, Mr. Gerald. I took it down,” announced Thomas.
“That’s all right,” said Gerald eagerly. “And, Thomas, Dan didn’t have any luncheon. See if you can find something, and bring it up here right away. There’s only about ten minutes.”
“Very good, sir. Some cold meat, sir, and a glass of milk and some fruit? Shall I have them make tea or coffee?”
“No, thanks,” replied Dan. “A slice of meat and some bread and butter will be fine; and the milk. Much obliged, Thomas.”
“Yes, sir. I telephoned to the garage, sir, and the brougham will be here at twenty-five minutes of. But, begging pardon, sir, it won’t take more than twelve minutes to get to the station.”
Thomas hurried noiselessly away.
“Have you got any money, Gerald?” asked Dan.
Gerald took out his purse and examined the contents.
“Only eight dollars,” he said.
“That’s plenty,” replied Dan. “I’ve only got about three, and we’ll have to have supper on the train.”