“It’s him!” exclaimed old Dandy, with his few spikes of white hair rising on end around his bald crown. “It’s him! Straight from the pit of fire and brimstone, and possessed of the devil and all his demons!”
In the hall the frightened footmen hastened to throw open the front door.
Gentleman Geff burst in, cursing and swearing in the most appalling manner, and threatening every one in his house with instant discharge, death and destruction, for having kept him waiting at Chuxton so many hours and not having sent his coach and four and mounted servants to meet him!
So, raving like a madman whose frenzy is heightened by mania a potu, he broke into the drawing-room in the midst of the assembled company.
Ran Hay arose and advanced down the room to meet him.
CHAPTER XXIV
AT BAY
Randolph Hay advanced to meet the violent intruder.
Gentleman Geff was still raging and threatening.
“How do you do, Mr. Geoffrey Delamere?” coolly inquired Ran, calling the man of many aliases by the name by which he had known him in California.
Gentleman Geff stopped suddenly and drew himself up with drunken arrogance.