"No, I think I’ll take the risk of going to my own rooms. I don’t fancy the police or Quesada will think for a moment that I shall return there. And in fact I don’t care if they do." "Rubbish, man. You come with me. You’re hipped now, and want an hour or two’s sleep. I’ll go to your rooms first thing in the morning;" and not caring, I agreed. I was as tired as a dog after a hard day’s hunting, and within a few minutes of reaching Mayhew’s rooms I fell into a heavy sleep and did not wake until late in the morning, to find my friend by my bed shaking me vigorously. I was vastly refreshed, and had my bath and some breakfast while he went over to my rooms. "Everything seems all right there," he reported. "And I brought over the first things I could find. But I think you may venture there to get something decent to wear for the interview at the Palace." "My dear fellow, I wouldn’t put my head inside my rooms for a pension, till I’ve been to the hotel." "But last night you wanted to go and sleep there." "Last night was last night, Silas, and I felt done; but I’m myself again this morning. Now look here, there are things to do. In the first place, I’ve written out a wire for the lawyers about matters in London. Poor Lascelles’ funeral must wait a day or two if need be. Then you’ve got to see about the special train for Mrs. Curwen and Mercy to leave, with Sarita, if she’ll go. But the others must go, and probably poor old Madame Chansette with them. If Sarita goes, I go; if she stops on, I stop on. I was a fool to leave the hotel at all last night, and my brain must have been addled or in my boots for me to do it." "Why not go to London and clear the business there out of the way; let things simmer down here, and leave me in charge of them; and then come back and do what has to be done?" "Have you ever cared for a woman, Silas?" He smiled, and shrugged his shoulders as he said— "Too busy and too poor for luxuries of the kind." "Ah, well, everything comes to those who wait. If you haven’t, you don’t know how I felt in this; if you ever do, you’ll understand me. I’m ready now, and feel fit. I’m off to the hotel." "You’d better see the chief and tell him. He can do more than you." "He can’t save Sarita from Quesada, and I can, and will. Of course, there’s the chance that these agents of his will lay me by the heels, and we must reckon with that. I don’t know what’s going to happen; but I do know this, that where Sarita goes, I follow; and so long as I’m outside a gaol I’ll try and communicate with you twice a day. If a day passes and you don’t hear from me, then tell the chief what’s wrong; and if he can’t get me out of any bother, then let the people at the Palace know. So much for emergencies. As for the rest, I’ll cut the knots as I find them." "You’ll come out on top, Ferdinand, I’m sure of that. I wish to Heaven I had your energy."