"Having breakfast--lots of people make a special function of breakfast after those shows." "All right--show me how the elevator works." To her maid a quarter of an hour later: "I'm going to bed, Dean, and if Mr. Morelle rings up, will you tell him that I am very sorry I cannot see him this morning. You can bring me a cup of chocolate--yes, I've had breakfast, but bring me some chocolate." She was standing by the window in a silk wrap when the maid brought the tray. Beryl did not look round. "Put it down, Dean--I will ring when I want you." She walked across the room and locked the door. Then she came to the mirror and looked for a long time at herself. "Yes--Beryl--it _is_ you! I was hoping it was somebody else!" IX That same morning Mr. Moropulos asked a question of Ambrose Sault. "What exposure should you give to a photograph taken, say, soon after eight o'clock in the morning?" "What sort of a morning?" "This morning." Ambrose glanced out of the window. "You could get a snap shot on a twenty-fifth of a second," he said. Mr. Moropulos produced a folding kodak from his pocket. "Would this stop be wide enough?" Ambrose took the camera in his hand. "Yes," he said. "What were you taking, a scene or a figure?" "A figure," said Mr. Moropulos, "a lady in evening dress." Ambrose smiled. "Eight o'clock is a funny time to photograph a lady in evening dress," he said. "An amusing time--if one hadn't been waiting up all night to take it. I was here at five. Yes--I came back for the camera. I took a chance of missing the lady, but even if I had it wouldn't have mattered. But eight o'clock!" he laughed gleefully, "how very obliging. Sault, my Ambrosial man, I am going to sleep." "I think you need it," said Ambrose. He did all the work of the house, even to making Mr. Moropulos' bed and he was glad of the opportunity to "spring-clean" the sitting-room. He only interrupted his labors to cut a crust of bread and a slice of cheese for his lunch. At five o'clock in the afternoon the telephone bell rang for the first time that day. "Is that Mr. Moropulos--is that you, Mr. Sault?" "Yes, lady." He recognized her voice instantly and his heart leaped within him. "I'm so glad--will you come to the house please?" "Yes--I'll come right away." He hung up the receiver as Moropulos strolled in yawning. "He-e! Who was the caller?" "A friend of mine," said Sault. "Didn't know you had any friends--are you going? Make me some coffee before you go, Sault." "Make it yourself," said Ambrose. Moropulos grinned after him. "I'd give a lot of money to stick a knife into that big chest of yours, my good Ambrose," he said pleasantly. Marie opened the door to the untidy visitor, showing him straight to the drawing-room and Beryl came halfway to him, taking his hand in both of hers.