“‘Only’ is not the word you want, it’s ‘and,’” said Lizzy. “What is coming over you, Lois? Find me a job without work--here’s old Rattlebones!”--the latter in a lower tone told Lois that the girl was telephoning from the office and that the managing clerk had arrived. Lady Moron and her son had gone out to dinner and a theatre party, and Lois was alone when the girl came. “This is certainly great,” said Lizzy in a slow tone, as she looked round the resplendent dining-room. “That big chap’s the butler, I suppose? I can’t say that I like his face, but he can’t help that. How many courses do you have?” she asked, after the third course. “My doctor says I mustn’t take more than six.” Following dinner the two girls went up to Lois’ room and Lizzy sat down to stare and admire. “I always thought these sort of jobs didn’t exist outside of good books,” she said. “I mean the books they give you for Sunday School prizes. You’ve certainly rung the bell this time, Lois!” “It seems too good to be true, doesn’t it?” laughed Lois. “You haven’t seen _him_, I suppose?” “You mean Mr. Dorn? Yes, I saw him this morning. He was walking up and down Chester Square. And Lizzy, he’s a detective.” Lizzy’s eyes lit up. “A real detective?” she said, in an awestricken tone. “And I thought he was the other way about--that he was one of the people detectives catch. What did he say, Lois?” The girl shook her head. “I didn’t speak to him. I only saw him through the window. Lizzy, I’m so worried and puzzled about it all--and he’s such a queer man! The things he _could_ have said when I collided with his car!” “I don’t know why you need be worried,” said the philosophical Lizzy. “Even detectives have their feelings. There was one married the other day--I saw a bit in the paper about it. And some of them are quite respectable men.” She looked up suddenly. “What is it?” asked Lois. “I thought I heard footsteps outside the door.” Lois walked to the door and threw it open. The corridor was empty. “What made you think there was somebody there?” Lizzy shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said vaguely, “only I’ve got sharp ears, and if they weren’t slippers moving on a carpet, I’ve never heard ’em!” Lois closed the door and sat down on the bed. “Lizzy, I’m going to tell you something,” she said, and the interest of Miss Elizabetta Smith quickened. “Ah!” she said, drawing a long breath. “I knew you’d tell me sooner or later. But, my dear, it won’t be any news to me. He is one of the nicest men I’ve ever met----” “What on earth are you talking about?” demanded Lois, aghast. “Are you thinking of that wretched Mr. Dorn?” “Well, what else have you got to tell me?” demanded Lizzy indignantly; and Lois, in spite of the seriousness of the subject she was about to broach, fell into an uncontrollable fit of silent laughter.