George waved him away.  This interruption at such a moment was annoying.

“Look for it, child, look for it!  Sniff after it!  Bay on its trail!  It’s somewhere about.”

“Wri’!” mumbled Albert through the cake.  He flicked a crumb off his cheek with a tongue which would have excited the friendly interest of an ant-eater.  “I like ginger-ile.”

“Well, go and bathe in it.”

“Wri’!”

George returned to his letter.

    “Dear Mr. Bevan,

      “Thank you ever so much for your note, which Albert gave
    to me.  How very, very kind of you to come here like this and
    to say . . .

“Hey, mister!”

“Good Heavens!” George glared.  “What’s the matter now?  Haven’t you found that ginger-ale yet?”

“I’ve found the ginger-ile right enough, but I can’t find the thing.”

“The thing?  What thing?”

“The thing.  The thing wot you open ginger-ile with.”

“Oh, you mean the thing?  It’s in the middle drawer of the dresser.  Use your eyes, my boy!”

“Wri’”.

George gave an overwrought sigh and began the letter again.

    “Dear Mr. Bevan,

  “Thank you ever so much for your note which Albert gave

to me.  How very, very kind of you to come here like this and
to say that you would help me.  And how clever of you to
find me after I was so secretive that day in the cab!  You
really can help me, if you are willing.  It’s too long to
explain in a note, but I am in great trouble, and there is
nobody except you to help me.  I will explain everything
when I see you.  The difficulty will be to slip away from
home.  They are watching me every moment, I’m afraid.  But I
will try my hardest to see you very soon. 

                                  Yours sincerely,

                   “Maud Marsh.”

Just for a moment it must be confessed, the tone of the letter damped George.  He could not have said just what he had expected, but certainly Reggie’s revelations had prepared him for something rather warmer, something more in the style in which a girl would write to the man she loved.  The next moment, however, he saw how foolish any such expectation had been.  How on earth could any reasonable man expect a girl to let herself go at this stage of the proceedings?  It was for him to make the first move.  Naturally she wasn’t going to reveal her feelings until he had revealed his.

George raised the letter to his lips and kissed it vigorously.

“Hey, mister!”

George started guiltily.  The blush of shame overspread his cheeks.  The room seemed to echo with the sound of that fatuous kiss.

“Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!” he called, snapping his fingers, and repeating the incriminating noise.  “I was just calling my cat,” he explained with dignity.  “You didn’t see her in there, did you?”