"Hold up, sir! Here's a cab waiting! What address, sir?"
The Baron rubbed his eyes and looked dazedly about him. He was half supported by a police constable.
"Officer! Where am I, eh?"
"I found you sitting on the step of the Burlington Arcade, sir! Where you'd been before that isn't for me to say! Come on, jump in!"
Hague found himself bundled into the cab.
"Hotel—Astoria!" he mumbled, and his head fell forward on his breast again.
CHAPTER VIII
IN THE DRESSING-ROOM
The house was very quiet.