"Stop please, stop! I want to speak to that man. He's a friend of mine!"
She laughed as, completely astonished, Roger obeyed her command and brought the car to a halt.
CHAPTER XX
The man in the road, a short, thickset brigand by the look of him, rushed up to the car, hat in hand, his face beaming.
"C'est bien, mademoiselle! Ah, mademoiselle, que je suis ravi de vous voir!"
"Jacques!—it's Jacques, Roger, the doctor's servant."
On hearing this, Roger expressed his regret at having so nearly ended the other's career. The little man's animosity had quite vanished, his black eyes shone with kindly affection which included his late enemy.
"Ah, ça n'est rien, monsieur, ç'était ma faute, je vous assure! And how goes everything with you, mademoiselle?"
"Quite all right, thank you, Jacques. And you?"
"Ah, what you call so-so—comme çi, comme ça. Now I look after
Captain Holliday; he stay at the house, but I think not for long. The
Captain he sleep nearly all day; I not have to cook much for him. But
I learn to make cocktails," he added, with a twinkle.