“I’m tired,” she said.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, just as you like.”
She rose from the table and he followed her out into the hall. “I’ve hardly seen you alone all day,” he said reproachfully, as she was about to enter the lift.
“I’m sorry,” she smiled sweetly at him, “but I’m tired; I want to go to bed.”
“What about tomorrow?” he asked. “I thought we might get a car and go for a drive. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She shook her head. “No, tomorrow I mean to have a long morning in bed.”
“Right-o, if that’s how you feel,” he said, a little sulkily. “What about lunch?”
“I will lunch in my room, I think.”
“Dear me,” he raised his eyebrows; “well, if you change your mind, let me know. Good night,” he turned away abruptly.
The Duke and Rex were with the manager. They had tied up the jewels in a napkin, and were now transferring them into three stout envelopes, to be sealed with wax before being deposited in the hotel safe.