“Yes,” said Uncle Luke in the same coldly sarcastic tone of voice, “you can pass, but, in spite of everything, the lady stays with me.”
“No, sir, she goes with me,” said Pradelle in a blustering tone. “Come on,” he whispered, “for Harry’s sake.”
“No,” said Uncle Luke. “I think we will spare her the pain of seeing you arrested. Mr Pradelle, the police are on the stairs.”
Chapter Sixty.
The Dog Bites.
Pradelle started back as if he had been stung. “Police?” he said. “What do you mean?”
“What a man does mean, you scoundrel, when he talks about them—to give you into custody.”
“It is not a criminal offence to elope with a lady,” said Pradelle with a malicious look at Leslie, who stood before the door with his hands clenched.