THE DOUBLE LIFE OF MISS MINERVA
On the following day, just as the Prophet was drawing on a new pair of suede gloves preparatory to setting out to Hill Street, Gustavus entered with a silver salver.
“A telegram for you, sir,” he said.
The Prophet took the blushing envelope, ripped it gently open, and read as follows:—
“Madame and self must confer with you this afternoon without fail. Shall be with you five sharp; most important.
“JUPITER SAGITTARIUS.”
Gustavus nearly dropped at sight of the wrinkles that seamed the Prophet’s usually smooth face as he grasped the full meaning of this portentous missive.
“Any answer, sir?”
The wrinkles increased and multiplied.
“Any reply, sir?”