“Because he being a natural born enemy of an Englishman, it didn’t seem right that he should pretend to be such a friend of yourn.”
“Why not, sir?” cried the doctor warmly.
“Now, none of that, doctor. I did warn you about not getting put out. Don’t you call me, sir, ’cause I don’t like it.”
“Look here, Captain Chubb,” cried the doctor, “I am sure you mean well.”
“Thankye, sir; I do.”
“Then why have you taken this prejudice against the Count?”
“That’s a straight question, sir. Now let me ask you one. What’s he doing here?”
“Upon some kind of research.”
“Not him, sir! That’s what he’s told you, and it aren’t honest. He’s carrying on a game of his own behind you; and the boy’s as bad as the old man.”
“How dare you!” flashed out Rodd.