“We’ll soon put that right. Don’t talk till you’ve eaten. I’ll get you something to take the edge off while Natalie cooks a sound meal.”
He left Jim reclining on the couch, and came back with a loaf of bread and some canned beef. Jim eyed the food with ravenous eyes.
“Where’s Angela?” he queried.
“Angela?—who is—ah yes, your companion. You haven’t told me your name.”
“Conlan—Jim Conlan.”
“And the lady?”
“My—my sister.”
He started to see Angela standing in the doorway, her arm linked in that of Natalie. She regarded him in amazement as the untruth left his lips, and then came and sat down at the table.
“You vill excuse me. I go make something verra nice,” said Natalie, and vanished into the kitchen. 273
“Now go ahead,” said Devinne. “Regard that as hors-d’œuvre till the supper is ready.”