Chapter 57

“Don’t you believe it,” said Toby. “What’s more, if he doesn’t get it, he won’t close his eyes all night.” “Oh, hell,” said Jordan, and led the way upstairs. Toby Rage was perfectly right. St. Loe was sitting by the window, with his head in his hands. The note was extremely short. _Please give Toby my ring. I shall be there to-morrow, and I want to have it on. God speed and save you, my darling._ _YOUR FUTURE WIFE._ Ten minutes later St. Loe was sleeping like the dead. * * * * * The …