“What for?”
“To get her to run to the Peacock, and tell them to bring some dinner and a bottle of Bass. You can eat something?”
“Bring dinner—here?” gasped Stratton.
“Yes. I have had nothing since early breakfast.”
“You cannot have it here,” said Stratton, making an effort, and speaking firmly. “I am better and calmer now. After a night’s rest I shall be myself again.”
“I hope so,” said Guest quietly.
“So go now, there’s a good fellow. I’ll explain everything to you some day, and I shall be far better alone.”
“Yes; you are fit to trust!”
“You need not sneer. You think I shall make some insane attempt upon my life.”
Guest looked at him fixedly.