'“He's in bed and can't be disturbed,” says the bobby. “Any message I can deliver?”
'“I have important information,” says she. “Rouse him up, or you'll be sorry for it.”
'“Won't it do to-morrow morning?” says he.
'“No, it won't,” says she, stamping her foot. “Do what I tell you, and don't stand there like a fool.”
'She waited a bit. Then, Warrigal says, out came Sir Ferdinand, very polite. “What can I do for you,” says he, “Mrs. Mullockson?”
'“Should you like to know where the Marstons are, Sir Ferdinand,” says she, “Dick and Jim?”
'“Know? Would I not?” says he. “No end of warrants out for them; since that Ballabri Bank robbery they seem to have disappeared under ground. And that fellow Starlight, too! Most remarkable man of his day. I'd give my eyes to put the bracelets upon him.”
'She whispered something into his ear.
'“Guard, turn out,” he roars out first; then, dropping his voice, says out, “My dear Mrs. Mullockson” (you should hear Warrigal imitate him), “you have made my fortune—officially, I mean, of course. I shall never forget your kindness. Thanks, a thousand times.”
'“Don't thank me,” she says, and she burst out crying, and goes slowly back to the hotel.