"Wrink!" he called softly into the darkness in the direction of the divan which was secretly a coal-box.
"What ?" said Wrinkles in a surly voice.

His mind had evidently been caught at the threshold of sleep.
"Do you think Florinda cares much for Billie Hawker ?" Wrinkles fretted through some oaths.

"How in thunder do I know ?" The divan creaked as he turned his face to the wall.
"Well----" muttered Pennoyer..