Again Hector stared.
"You beat me, Lucy," he said, "you go for me for doing it, and then want to perjure yourself to pull me through. But, look here, indiscriminate lying won't help us, we must have the story pat, and stick to it like bird-lime. Hullo, someone outside, come for me already, have they?"
"It's only Captain Carson, Hector; he said he'd be here, you know, at the half-hour."
"Did he? I forgot. Think he knows, Lucy? I can't remember what I said. I was off my head at the time."
"He knows everything, but he won't speak; you can trust him. Here he is."
"Leave us, Lucy; we must have this out together."
"But you won't lose your temper, Hector, you won't abuse him?"
"Not I, I'm like an angel to-night. Go, Lucy, please," and Lucy went, Peter entering by the other door as the curtain dropped behind her.
"Glad to see you, Peter. Have a drink?"
"No, thank you, Graeme."