"_Me?_" Jenkins' hand clutched the heavy brass curve at the foot of the bed. "No, _sir_!"--and he added sadly: "Besides, sir, there _wasn't_ any rest of it! Mr. Wil--I mean Wilkes, was a-commenting on it. That was how I come to find I didn't have any more of the blank pledges. So I just walked across the park to get some extra ones I had given the gardener, and he said I could have 'em _all_, if I'd just let him get a little sleep; and he chucked 'em all out of his window. Seemed irritated like because I woke him up. And then, sir, I don't know whether it was because of the splashing of the fountains, but I had an idea." "_That's_ nothing," I said contemptuously, "I often do at night when I hear water splashing. I _often_ get up and get something." Jenkins' face sobered. "I _know_ it, sir--pardon, sir, I mean I frequently know you have--h'm--know by the glasses--_you_ understand, sir!" Then he went on: "The idea that came to me was a great liberty--I know that, sir, and I'm sorry--but I guess I was thinking that about the end justifies--_you_ know it, sir?" I didn't know, but I did wish _he_ would make an end! "The library windows was open on the loggia, sir, and when I looked in, I didn't see anybody and I thought--" Jenkins coughed and looked devilish rattled--"thought I would just slip in and lay a few of the temperance pledges between the papers the judge had been working on." Jenkins reddened, looking at me in an appealing way. "Jove!" I ejaculated, staring. "Oh, I say, now!" "Yes, sir,"--faintly--"I knew how you would feel--I ain't excusing myself, sir; and when I heard your voice I tried to get out, but there wasn't time, so I--" Jenkins touched his hands in front, then behind him, and shifted distressfully, "I--I hid behind the alcove curtains--h'm--and just then--" "Here!" I broke in, "_Wait_, dash it! _Whose_ voice did you hear?" Jenkins' eyes ducked. "Yours, sir," he said faintly. "And then you came in." I stared, trying to take it in. Couldn't chirp a word, don't you know, for to _think_ I had taken to sleep-walking--and _here_! Jenkins proceeded rapidly: "You was cording a dressing-robe about you as you came in and I see a glimpse of one of your dark suits underneath. And following right behind you was that young Mr. Bi--h'm--pardon, sir, I remember you said I wasn't to mention any one connected with that ni--h'm! _You_ know who I mean, sir?"--he paused anxiously--"Young man, sir--freckled face--and the big lot of"--his spreading fingers curved above his head--"_awfully_ yellow hair--um, _you_ know, sir?" "Oh, _that_!" I said with contempt, for I knew he meant that mucker, Scoggins. Then incredulously: "Oh, I say, you don't mean I was talking to _him_? And asleep?" Jenkins eyed me reproachfully. "Not asleep, sir," he remonstrated gently. "But I tell you--" "Mr. Lightnut, sir, it was the _punch_!" He shook his head. "If you'll excuse me for mentioning--"