“A little irritable at times, James—eh?”
The man, who had some sense of quiet humour, replied—“Yes, sir, lets out a bit, but soon gets over it.”
Alice Heathcote smiled; and Captain Bradshaw, angry as he was, laughed outright.
“Just so, James—lets out a little, and soon gets over it. Still, on the whole, you get on very well with him, and would do anything in your way to serve him?”
“That I would,” the man said, earnestly, for he was really attached to his master.
Prescott saw that he meant what he said, and adopted his course of questioning accordingly. “Now, you remember the time before you went on to the Continent?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you remember anything particular about that time?”
The man was silent.
“Speak out, James; Captain Bradshaw wants you to speak the exact truth.”