Jeweler's Messenger.
"P.S .-- For heaven's sake don't fale, and ask the concerge for name of Gestre." If it had not been for my rage at not having read this illuminating little document earlier, I should have felt like shouting with joy.

As it was, my delight was tempered with enough of regret to make it easier to restrain myself.
But for the fear that du Laurier might be still with Maxine, I should have rushed back to her house for a moment, just long enough to give her the good news.

But in the circumstances I dared not do it, lest she should curse instead of bless me: and besides, as there was still a chance of disappointment, it might be better in any case not to raise her hopes until there was no danger of dashing them again.

The best thing was to get the treaty back, without a second of delay.

As for the detective, who was perhaps waiting for me at the hotel, he would have to wait longer, or even go away disgusted--nothing made much difference now.