"Mon Dieu!" shrieked Faustina.
"Gracious, goodness, me, alive!" exclaimed Mrs. MacDonald.
"You are wanted," answered the policeman, whose name by the way was
McRae.
"What do you mean, fellow? Leave the room, I say, before I order my servant to kick you out!" fiercely cried the viscount.
The policeman immediately stepped up to the side of his lordship and laid his hand upon his shoulder, saying:
"Malcolm Dugald, Lord Vincent, you are my prisoner."
"Your prisoner, you scoundrel! hands off, I say!" cried the viscount.
"I arrest you in the Queen's name, for the abduction and selling into slavery of the three negroes, Catherine Mortimer, James Mortimer, and Sarah Sims," said McRae, taking a firmer hold of his captive.
"Let go my collar, you infernal villain, and show me your warrant!" thundered Lord Vincent, wrenching himself from the grasp of the policeman.
McRae calmly produced his warrant and placed it in the hands of the viscount.