"Why?"

"I want to get another wheel on."

"If you like to wait here a little longer, my brother'll be back
with the car. He's on the way from Fladstadt now. That's why
I'm sitting up. He'll give you a jack."

"You're awfully good, Silvia. But have you forgotten what I
said?"

"About sitting at my feet? No, but I don't think you meant it.
If I did, I should have rung long ago."

"Thank you," said I.

"Of course," she went on; "you're only a burglar, but you are-
English."

"Yes, Silvia. I mightn't have been, though."

"You mean, I didn't know whether you were English or not, till
after you'd climbed up? Nor I did. But one of the men's up, and
there's a bell-push under the flap of the table."

She slipped a hand behind her. "I'm touching it now," she added.

"I wondered why you didn't sit in a chair," I said, with a slow
smile. A deep flush stole over the girl's features. For a
moment she looked at me with no laughter in her eyes. Then she