"P.S. Roxbury has not made a sign, Edith is frantic."

Several floors below the relieved and ecstatic Brock, Mrs. Medcroft was
soon urging her sister to go to bed and let the story go until daylight.
She persisted in telling all that she had done and all that she had
endured.

"We must never let him know that we actually gave that wretch nearly
twenty-five hundred dollars, Edith. He would never forgive us. I admit
that I was a fool and a ninny, so don't tell me I am. I can see by the
way you are looking that you're just crazy to. It's all Roxbury's fault,
anyway. Why should he get up and make a speech in London without letting
us know? Just see how it has placed us! I think Mr. Brock is an angel to
do what he has done for you and Roxbury. Yes, my dear, you will have to
confess that Roxbury is a brute--a perfect brute. I'm sure, if you have
a spark of fairness in you, you must hate him. No, no! Don't say
anything, Edith. You _know_ I'm right."

"I'm not going to say anything," declared Edith angrily. "I'm going to
bed."

"Edith, if you don't mind, dear, I think I'll sleep with you." After a
moment of deep reflection she added plaintively: "There is so much that
I just have to tell you, deary. It--it won't keep till daylight."

Bright and early in the morning, the tired, harassed night-farers were
routed from their rooms by a demand from the management of the hotel
that they appear forthwith in the private office. This order included
every member of Mr. Rodney's party, excepting the Medcroft baby.
Considerably distressed and very much concerned over the probable