“Mayn’t I look?” I said, smiling.
“No!” said de Crespigny sharply.
I went and held the paper under his nose.
“Didn’t you slip this under the wrong door last night?” I asked calmly.
“There!” growled Gogo, and throwing down his tools faced about furiously.
De Crespigny’s face went mottled, and he began to shake all over. Then suddenly he rallied, and flamed on me, stuttering.
“Wha-what right have you to ask? I may address whom I like, without requesting your leave. My-my lady shall be informed what spies she’s got in her house.”
“You ass!” roared Gogo.
“From me—yes,” I said. “I’m going straight to tell her.”
Gogo stumped fiercely, and put himself between me and the door. His master collapsed like a pricked bladder.