Still no answer.
I held out my hand, but this monster of British brutality paid no attention to my overture.
“Who are you?” he asked once more.
Not having yet made up my mind who I was, I thought it better to temporize.
“My explanations will take a few minutes, I am afraid,” I answered. “The hour also is late. May I call upon you in the morning?”
“I think you had better step in and explain now,” said Fisher, curtly.
They were two to one, and very close to me, while I was hampered with my British ulster. I must trust to my wits to get me safely out of this house again.
“I shall be charmed, if I am not disturbing you.”
“You are disturbing me,” said the inexorable Fisher. “In fact, you have been causing a considerable disturbance, and I should like to know the reason.”
Under these cheerful circumstances I entered Chickawungaree Villa, Fisher preceding me, and the other man, whom I now saw to be his butler, walking uncomfortably close behind.