“What did it feel like?”
“Like nothing so much as a snake-bite,” confessed the expert.
Already his face was puffed beneath the eyes, and the skin was discoloured black and blue.
Leon crossed to the fire-place and pushed the bell, and Washington watched him in amazement.
“Say, what’s the good of ringing? The servants have gone.”
There was a patter of feet in the hall, the door was flung open and George Manfred came in, and behind him the startled visitor saw Meadows and a dozen men.
“For the Lord’s sake!” he said sleepily.
“They came in the char-à-banc, lying on the floor,” explained Leon, “and the only excuse for bringing a char-à-banc here was to send the servants to that concert.”
“You got Lee away?” asked Manfred.
Leon nodded.