won't tell me who you are? Something--somehow--seems familiar
about you, but I cannot place it. You won't help me?"

He shook his head.

"Better let this night's doings be buried in the Limbo of Forgotten
Things, dear lady," he said, his hand resting for a moment upon her
shoulder. "And if you know not who the sharer of your--er--adventure may
be, surely it is better that way. Good-night and good-bye. You will keep
your promise?"

She gave him a sudden inscrutable look from beneath her dark brows.
Then she flung up her head.

"Of course. Thank you for what you have done."

"That is nothing. Good-night."

"Good-night."

Like a shadow she was fleeing up the wide drive, her feet barely making
any sound upon it; then, even as she disappeared from view, Cleek turned
swiftly to the chauffeur who sat in the front seat of the car, goggles
hiding his eyes from view, and clapped him upon the shoulder.

"Well done, Dollops, well done!" he rapped out with a soft laugh. "I
thought it was you the minute my peepers rested upon your Cockney
countenance, you little bundle of indefatigability! How did you do it?
You caught my meaning, of course? Deuced keen of you, I must say!"

Dollops grinned, and slipped his goggles into his pocket.

"Yus," he returned, with a vigorous nod. "I caught the signal orl right.
'_Listen_,' you said, didn't you, Guv'nor? So I listens, and then I
makes a little plan all on my lonesome. 'The Guv'-nor's up to summink,'
says I ter me, 'an' I'll lay 'e wants me ter tyke a little 'and.' And so
I ups and makes fer the road, and there I find the shuvver a-waitin' in
this 'ere little snortin' machine."

"He was there, then, was he?"

"Large as life and twice as nat'ril. 'Now, then, me lad,' I says ter
me, 'git on the right side o' 'im, an' if yer can't git on the right
side, git on the wrong side, s' long as yer gits 'im out of 'is seat.'
But a couple er bob to a Scotsman is as big as a legacy, sir, an' I soon
puts 'im strite wiv a message from 'is missis. 'Snoop along an' send a
wire ter town,' says I, _Comin' later in the day, wait fer me_, an'
address it ter the Commander-in-Chief of the Generil Post Office,
Lunnon.' An' he looks at me an' swallows the gaff like as it were
plumduff. I could 'er larfed, sir--strite I could! And I gives 'im the
tip ter get a drink, and before I'd finished speakin', 'e'd gorn!"

"Good lad! good lad!" Cleek's laugh was merry if low-pitched. The London
address of the t