The girl nodded. “I was glad,” she said.
“Well, I’m here. Jolly happy, too. Had a narrow squeak of it, though. Some bally idiot stretched rope across the road over by Saltham Rocks, but we saw it in time, and went around. Fired a few shots at us, too. Must have taken me for Rizzio. What?” he laughed.
Thus directly appealed to, Rizzio smiled grudgingly.
“You don’t ask me to believe that story, Hammersley,” he said dryly.
“You don’t have to, Rizzio.”
The girl’s look was fixed on Hammersley’s face. Suddenly she broke in with a voice of alarm.
“Cyril—you’re hurt—and there’s blood on your coat——”
“Is there? By Jove, so there is—it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t mind a peg though—and a cigarette.”
Doris had started for the door in alarm.