"Tch! You are just as bad yourself! It's wicked, that's what I call it! The Almighty never intended us to live as long as your grandfather hopes to—and it's going against His laws to start cutting up all those poor little defenceless monkeys. It's disgusting. . . . To think of that old man capering about with those nasty little animal glands in him!"
It was the first time I had ever seen dear old Nanny really lose her temper. I was simply spellbound.
"Nanny . . ." I began.
"Don't you 'Nanny' me! I've had enough of it. There hasn't been a moment's peace since the day your grandfather first put foot here. He's a Godless old man and ought to know better at his time of life. I won't stay in this house after to-night. No! not if you offered me a fortune!"
"You don't mean . . ."
She flamed out again.
"Not for a fortune!"
She suddenly rushed from the kitchen, upstairs, and into her own room.
I heard the door crash to with nerve-shattering emphasis. Then a deadly silence enveloped the house.
"Good Lord!" I gasped.