Mrs. Lumbard laughed low. “You’ve said it, Leonard. I don’t think we can.”
“Adèle!”
“Yes, I know.” She still laughed softly.
CHAPTER IV
A BOBBED HEAD
As Leonard Grimshaw’s hair gradually deserted him, he brushed it up in a more and more aggressive tuft; and as he entered the White Room now he reminded Hugh of a cockatoo, with his crest and his slender, sharp nose and shell-rimmed spectacles.
“Excuse the intrusion,” he said in his most dignified and ladylike manner, and, as he gazed at the one-eyed warrior, his nostrils dilated. Cigarette smoke was curling above the immaculateness of the bed. “I come at Miss Frink’s behest to get your suit of clothes,” he added coldly.
Hugh removed his cigarette. “What you going to do with it?” he asked in a rather hollow voice. “Any needy scarecrows in Farrandale?”
The secretary did not like the stranger’s nonchalant manner and he declined to smile.