11At the Chester d**k was not recognised as a former guest. He mentioned casually that he and his friend had missed the last train home. In such cases, the clerk said deprecatingly, it was customary to . . . er . . .
“Certainly, certainly,” said d**k, producing his roll.
They thankfully closed the door of their room behind them. Surely they were secure here until morning. It came over them simultaneously that they were dead beat after the wild excitements of the day; and they undressed and went to bed.
“What’ll we do in the morning?” said Plug. “Haven’t even a comb to tidy our hair with.”
“But we’ve got hats,” said d**k. “We can put on our hats and go out and buy a comb before breakfast.”
Plug fell asleep almost immediately. d**k lay awake thinking of the dear girl that he had been fo
