His scheme must be carried out at once. He felt that he could not wait a moment. He would have liked to have had them all there, before him, to-night.
"Why, by this time to-morrow, old boy, it will all be straight. Thank God, my brain cleared, in spite of this damn weather."
He rang the bell and Peters, large, solemn, but bending a loving eye upon his master, appeared.
"Writing things, Peters."
He wrote swiftly two notes.
"Very close to-night, sir."
"Yes, Peters, very."
"You're looking better, sir ... less tired. Your dinner will be up in a quarter of an hour. Nice omelette, nice little bird, nice fruit salad, sardines on toast."
"Thank you, Peters, I'm hungry as—as anything."
"Very glad to hear it, sir."