To-night they say he will be
conscious. ”
She looked at him quizzically and shrugged. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’
But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had—
tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant
flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do?
“I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. “Come right in,” he
hissed under his breath, with the true conspirator’s note, closed the door very
softly and pointed, “Through there!”
By the meagre light of a gas lamp she perceived a cobbled yard with four
large furniture vans standing with horses and lamps alight. I believe—I
believe that I must risk it. I’ve tried to use my authority. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Their faces had bite marks
that were hers. On the way home he was still thoughtful.
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