"You believe that?"
"In twelve hours Rose shall be restored to you."
"Will you make a book on it? If you believe you can carry out your promise, wire the White Star Line to reserve the best available suite on the Oceanic, sailing to-morrow morning at ten, and make arrangements for a marriage before the boat sails!"
"I'll go you," Digby agreed, "and if I fail, I forfeit the cost of the reservation. But about this marriage—you'll have to have a license in this State—and can't get one except by applying in person with your bride-to-be."
"Then we'll marry in Jersey," Alan insisted. "Dig up some clergyman over there, and tell him to be prepared to earn a heavy honorarium between seven and nine to-morrow morning."
"One moment; give me time to write these wires," Digby pleaded.
And to Alan's surprise the little man proceeded to compose the telegrams as if he really believed in his ability to make good his word.
