Markham frowned. Heath's report clearly troubled him; but before he could answer, Vance spoke.
"Why this perturbation, Sergeant? You're watching the Captain. I'm sure he can't slip from your vigilant clutches."
Markham looked at Vance a moment; then turned to Heath.
"Let it go at that. But if Leacock attempts to leave the city, nab him."
Heath went out sullenly.
"By the bye, Markham," said Vance; "don't make an appointment for half past twelve to-day. You already have one, don't y' know. And with a lady."
Markham put down his pen, and stared.
"What new damned nonsense is this?"
"I made an engagement for you. Called the lady by 'phone this morning. I'm sure I woke the dear up."
Markham spluttered, striving to articulate his angry protest.
Vance held up his hand soothingly.
"And you simply must keep the engagement. Y' see, I told her it was you speaking; and it would be shocking taste not to appear. . . . I promise, you won't regret meeting her," he added. "Things looked so sadly befuddled last night,—I couldn't bear to see you suffering so. Cons'quently, I arranged for you to see Mrs. Paula Banning—Pfyfe's Éloïse, y' know. I'm pos'tive she'll be able to dispel some of this inspissated gloom that's enveloping you."
"See here, Vance!" Markham growled. "I hap-
