“Sir——”
“Lead the way, you powdered nanny-goats!” 111
Ultimately he arrived at the drawing-room door. He knocked loudly and entered. Angela was sitting reading. Lady Featherstone was doing likewise, and His Lordship was standing before the fire with his hands in his pockets.
“Conlan!” gasped the latter. “How dare you come here?”
Jim fixed his eyes on Angela, who had closed the book and was regarding him in amazement.
“I’ve come,” he said grimly. “Get your clothes on.”
“What is the meaning of this?” asked Featherstone.
“I’ve come to remove my property,” said Jim. “You didn’t think I was hiking to the Klondyke and leaving fifty thousand pounds’ worth of property lying about, did you?”
Featherstone felt the jibe, but he was furious at the intrusion. Jim turned to Angela.
“I’m waiting,” he snapped.