They got his stick and returned to the outside room.
"Yes, yes, I did leave it," he said, as he showed it to Richard.

"I'm always leaving that stick wherever I go." "Come again," said Richard, as he bowed them out of the door.
On the curb outside Condy and Blix shook hands and congratulated each other on the success of all their labors.

In the back room, seated at the same table, a bunch of wilting marguerites between them, they had seen their "matrimonial objects" conferring earnestly together, absorbed in the business of getting acquainted.
Blix heaved a great sigh of relief and satisfaction, exclaiming: "At last K.D.B.and Captain Jack have met!".