“Short of holding him up, you can’t do it,” said Captain Heron. “You can only wait for him at his house.”
The Viscount jerked himself in his chair. “You’ve hit it, Edward! That’s a devilish good idea of yours! We’ll do it.”
“What, wait for him in Half-Moon Street? I don’t say it’s a good idea, but—”
“Lord no!” interrupted the Viscount. “No sense in that. We’ll hold him up.”
“Good God, that wasn’t my idea!” said Captain Heron, alarmed.
“Of course it was your idea; you thought of it, didn’t you? And one thing I will say, Edward, I never expected it of you. Always thought you too devilish respectable.”
“You were right,” said Captain Heron firmly. “I am as respectable as can be. I won’t be a party to any hold-up.”
“Why not?” No harm in it. Shan’t hurt the fellow—much.”
“Pelham, will you have some sense? Consider my uniform!”
Sir Roland, who had been pensively sucking the end of his cane, raised his head. “Got a notion,” he said. “Go home and change it. Can’t hold a man up in regimentals. Wouldn’t be reasonable to expect it of him, Pel.”