No more was said about the matter, but Jack continued to think about it. "Bobo put the idea into my head himself," he considered. "Lock him up! Why not? He's no better than a madman for the time being." They patched up a temporary truce. Bobo agreed not to try to see Miriam that night, provided Jack would let him make a date with her over the telephone. He called her up in Jack's hearing. "I'll be there to-morrow at eleven. No, I have not changed. Have him there at eleven." Jack made no further objections. Had Bobo been wiser, his friend's apparent complaisance would have aroused his suspicions. The two young men dined together, and spent the evening at the theater in perfect amity. Before going to sleep that night Jack perfected his plans. "Having plenty of money certainly simplifies things," he said to himself. Jack was always up at least an hour before Bobo. His first act in the morning was to telephone Mrs. Lizzie Regan, his landlady in humbler days, and still his faithful friend. "Mrs. Regan," said he, "I need your help. Can you give up to-day to me?" "Sure, Mr. Nor-Robinson, my dear! Anything to oblige." "Well, come over to the Madagascar, and have breakfast with me." "What, me! Eat in the Madagascar! I'll have to dress." "Heavens, no! I'm in a hurry! We'll eat in our suite." "And me a respectable widow woman! Laws, what would the neighbors say!" "But you'll come?" "Will a cat lap cream, my dear!" While he waited for her, Jack collected every scrap of wearing apparel in Bobo's room, and the closet adjoining, and carrying it all to another clothes closet, locked it up and pocketed the key. Bobo slept the sleep of the hearty eater throughout. Jack then cut the wires of the telephone in his room, and removed the instrument. Finally he locked the three doors leading out of Bobo's rooms, and carried away the keys. Bobo still slept on while Jack and Mrs. Regan discussed an excellent breakfast in the Dutch room. The honest lady was greatly impressed by her surroundings. "Sure, it's a proud day for me to be eating in such style along with one of my own boys that I once passed the beans to. Sure if I'd foreseen this day, I would have given you two eggs to your breakfast, though I will say I never tried to stint the normal appetite of a man!" "My appetite must have been abnormal, I guess." "Go along! I lost money on you regular!" "Maybe you won't be so glad you came to-day, when you learn what I want you to do." "Anything short of murder, my dear. What is it?" Jack told her the story of Miriam and Bobo--with reservations. "Sure, if it was me, I'd let her marry him. Maybe it would teach the hizzy a lesson. But I suppose you're right. If more hot-blooded young people were locked up at such times, marriage wouldn't be such a joke in the vaudeville houses."