He did, and Sorrell, following him half way up the first flight of stairs, heard amused voices and a girl's laughter. It seemed that the World's Lovers had a sense of fun. Moreover, the man who was hiding them deserved his reward.
Roland caught Sorrell on the stairs, and behind Sorrell Mr. Roland saw the face of Sorrell's son.
"Nothing like frankness, Stephen."
"They are willing?"
"Yes,—I have permission to introduce a tame photographer on the sixth day. They are rather amused at the idea of our getting some reflected glory. When they leave here—no one will know where they are going."
Sorrell stood rubbing his right cheek. He was visualizing other possibilities.
"It will be all over the world. Their 'first hiding-place on the great honeymoon.' We could have one or two of the plates enlarged and hung"
"Stephen," said Mr. Roland, "I believe you would like me to hang a banner across the road. 'This is the place where Duck and Ethel stayed on their honeymoon.'"
Sorrell looked at him solemnly.
"So few good chances. It is pretty beastly to have been down in the mud. Is there anything to be ashamed of in seizing one's chances?"
"I know," said Tom Roland,—"I know."
