a cat between him and a peerage—he says there is," said Pollyooly.
"A cat? A cat between him and a peerage?" said the gentleman mystified.
"Because a cat has nine lives—he says it has," said Pollyooly.
"That's the Honorable John, all right," said the gentleman in a tone of certainty. "By Jove! It's rippin' your being his housekeeper. I shall be able to get you whenever I want you. Tell him I'm going to borrow you—often."
"Yes, sir," said Pollyooly. "Who shall I tell him?"
"I'm Basil—Croome Captain Croome; and my present address is Knightsbridge Barracks. That's where I shall want you to come when I've got a job for you. Do you think you'll be able to find it?"
"Oh, yes; I can always find my way anywhere—policemen tell me," said Pollyooly.
"No: I'll come and fetch you, if I can get away. No good taking chances," said Captain Croome.
He pulled a handful of money out of his pocket, took half-a-crown from it, and gave it to her. He thanked her warmly for delivering the note, shook
