"If you will do it," said Andrew solemnly, "I promise to lay flowers on your grave every day till I die."
"John," said Mr. Labouchere, "show this gentleman out."
Andrew rose.
"You refuse?" he asked.
"I do."
"You won't think it over? If I call again, say on Thursday—"
"John!" said Mr. Labouchere.
Andrew took up his hat. His host thought he had gone. But in the hall his reflection in a looking-glass reminded the visitor of something. He put his head in at the doorway again.
"Would you mind telling me," he said, "whether you see anything peculiar about my neck?"
"It seems a good neck to twist," Mr. Labouchere answered, a little savagely.