“Leave my house!” stormed Featherstone.
“Sartenly. Angela, come on, we ain’t wanted.”
Angela sat like a statue. Suddenly Jim sprang to action.
“I’m giving you two minutes,” he snapped.
“If you ain’t ready then I’ll carry you out. And if any guy tries buttin’ in, wal——”
Lady Featherstone gave a shriek of terror.
“Call the police,” she wailed.
“My dear Conlan——” commenced His Lordship.
“I’m through with talking. One minute gone!”
Angela stood up.