He was gone for a long time, and I sat and palpatated. For
what if H. had returned early and found him and called in the
Police?
But the latter had not occurred, for at ten minutes after
one he came back, eutering by the window from a fire-escape, and
much streaked with dirt.
"Narrow escape, dear child!" he observed, locking the
window and drawing the shade. "Just as I got it,
your--er--gentleman friend returned and fitted his key in the
lock. I am not at all sure," he said, wiping his hands with his
handkerchief, "that he will not regard the open window as a
suspicious circumstance. He may be of a low turn of mind.
However, all's well that ends here in this room. Here it is."
I took it, and my heart gave a great leap of joy. I was
saved.
"Now," he said, "we'll order a taxicab and get you home.
And while it is coming suppose you tell me the thing over again.
It's not as clear to me as it ought to be, even now."
So then I told him--about not being out yet, and Sis having
flowers sent her, and her room done over, and never getting to
bed until dawn. And that they treated me like a mere Child,
which was the reason for everything, and about the Poem, which
he considered quite good.
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