disturbed."

"Most certainly!" Mr. Parker promised in our names. "Most certainly, Mr.
Rubenstein. We will all come again. Good night!"

We walked out to the landing and, descending the stairs, reached the
street and stepped into the motor car that was waiting for us. It rolled
off and turned into Piccadilly.

"How much was it, father?" Eve asked suddenly, from her place in the
corner.

"I am not sure," Mr. Parker answered. "There is a matter of eight hundred
pounds in my right shoe, and a little more than that, I think, in my left.
The note down my back was, I believe, a hundred-pound one. Quite a
pleasant little evening and fairly remunerative! The lift man will cost me
a hundred--but he was worth it."

I sat quite still. I felt that Eve's eyes were watching me. I set my teeth
for a moment; and I turned toward her, my cigarette case in my hand.

"You don't mind?" I murmured as I lit a cigarette.

She shook her head. Her eyes were still fixed upon me.

"Where can we drop you?" Mr. Parker inquired.

"If the evening is really over and there are no more excitements to come,
you might put me down at the Milan Court," I told him, "if that is
anywhere on your way."