“Your bed linen is my bed linen!” he spluttered.
She raised her hand.
“We will not go into that matter, Uncle Isaac,” she said with freezing politeness. “Will you be kind enough to draw in the blanket and close the window? It will be light soon, and I have no wish to give the milkman a topic for discussion. I have my cousin’s interests to guard.”
“Send for Bobbie,” said Gordon, suddenly quiet. “I don’t think he will have any doubt as to who I am.”
“If by ‘Bobbie’ you mean Mr. Robert Selsbury,” said Diana, “I’ve already telephoned to him. He is out of town—probably decoyed away by your agents.”
Gordon was stricken to silence. The last avenue of escape was closed.
“Very well,” he said. “I promise you I will give you no further trouble.”
He pulled in the rope, let down the window and drew the blinds.
“Now, if you don’t mind,” he said, “I would like to go to sleep. I have been up the whole of the night.”
She nodded.