Young Drake rang for a servant, issued the necessary order, and some five or six minutes later a timid little yellow man with the kindest face and the most gentle step a man could possess came into the room, his soft eyes reddened with much weeping, and tear-stains marking his sallow cheeks. "Oh, Mr. Jim! Oh, Mr. Jim! the dear, kind old 'boss'! He gone! he gone!" he broke out disconsolately as he caught sight of his late master's son, and made as if to prostrate himself before him. "That's all right, Ojeebi--that's all right, old man!" interrupted young Drake, with a smothered "blub" in his voice and a twitching movement of his mouth. "Cut it out! I'm not iron. Say, this gentleman wants to ask you a few questions, Ojeebi; deliver the goods just as straight as you know how." "Me, Mr. Jim? Gentleman want question me?" The small figure turned, the kindly face lifted, and the sorrowful eyes looked up into Cleek's unemotional ones. "Yes," said he placidly; and forthwith told him what Lord Fallowfield claimed. "That very true," declared Ojeebi. "The lord gentleman he right ahead of me. I see him go into his room and hear him lock door. That very true indeed." "H'm! Any idea of the time?" "Yes--much idea. Two minutes a-past twelve. I see clock as I go past Lady Marj'ie's room." "What were you doing knocking about that part of the house at that hour of the night? Your room's up here in the servant's quarters, isn't it?" "Yes, sir. But I go take ice-water to the boss's room. Boss never go to bed nights without ice-water handy, sir. 'Merican boss never do." "Yes! Quite so, quite so! Where did you get the ice from--and how? Chop it from a big cake?" "No, sir. It always froze to fit bottle. I get him from the ice-make room downstairs." "He means the refrigerating room, Mr. Cleek," explained young Drake. "You know, I take it, what a necessary commodity we Americans hold ice to be. Indeed, the dear old dad wouldn't think a dinner was a dinner without ice-water on the table, and ice-cream for the final course. And as there was no possibility of procuring a regular and adequate supply in an out-of-the-way spot like this, he had a complete artificial ice-making plant added to the place, and overcame the difficulty in that way. That is what Ojeebi means by the 'ice-make room.' What he means about its being frozen to fit the bottles is this: The ice which is to be used for drinking purposes is manufactured in forms or vessels which turn it out in cubes, so that whenever it is wanted all that a servant has to do is to go to the plant, and the man in charge supplies him with all the cubes required."