"Naow don't git me riz," Strange implored her. "I'm a holy terror with m' hair off."
"Oh, we can tame wild beasts in this country."
"But if I tell----"
"Tell what?"
"Damn!" breathed the astonished man; then almost shrieked an explanation: "Why, thet Dr. Demetrius brought Garth as a corp t' Kingston, an' yanked your husband int' the Blue Mountains t' sham death. Aye; he did, y' bet. An' thet Berrin'--Lord James, y' call him in your cussed fine way--come aboard my barkey, while the corp as wos called by his name lighted out fur th' old country, so thet y' might run rings round a company of sorts."
"How interesting! And what has it all to do with me?"
"My stars!" Strange rose to stamp the more freely.
"Sit down, please," said Lady Jim, sweetly. "I do not allow people of your class to show their manners in my drawing-room."
"It should be a prison with you in it," he raged. "What a brute you are! Because you think that I am under your thumb, you not only attempt blackmail, but add insult."
"I'll make things hum, I kin tell y'. I'll bust up this conspiracy."