"And when he does?"
"H—m!"
His manner added no encouragement.
"It would serve her jolly well right," he muttered cryptically in a moment.
"What?" I asked.
I think he understood Jerry now as well as I did.
"Violence," he blurted out.
"Ah! Then I'm not a fool. You agree with me."
"I'm glad I'm not in Lloyd's shoes, that's all."
We resumed our walk, turning back toward the Manor, and I told him of how matters stood with Jerry and Una. He had not met her, but he knew her history and was, I think, willing to accept her upon her face value.