“Will you be good enough to call off your spy, James?”
“What do you mean?” He had started to put on his light overcoat.
“I think you know,” she said briefly.
“Do you consider me so mean, so infamous as———” he began hotly.
“Nevertheless, I feel happier when I know he is out of the house. Call off your dog, James.”
He smothered an execration and then called out harshly to Jones:
“Ask Ranjab to attend me here, Jones. He is to go out with me,” he said to the butler a moment later.
Yvonne was still leaning over the banister, a scornful smile on her lips.
“I shall wait until you are gone. I intend to see Frederic alone,” she said, with marked emphasis on the final word.
“As you like,” said he coldly.