“No.”
“Very well. If you don’t, I swear I’ll plead ‘Guilty’ to-morrow!”
CHAPTER XXVII
AT THE POLICE COURT
The threat was sufficient and Jim capitulated.
“Though you are a quixotic fool, Maurice, and no mistake,” he asserted vehemently.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I suggested. “Something pleasant, for a change. How’s Mary?”
“Not at all well; that’s why we went down to Cornwall last week; we’ve taken a cottage there for the summer. The town is frightfully stuffy, and the poor little woman is quite done up. She’s been worrying about Anne, too, as I said; and now she’ll be worrying about you! She wanted to come up with me yesterday, when I got the wire,—it was forwarded from Chelsea,—but I wouldn’t let her; and she’ll be awfully upset when she sees the papers to-day. We don’t get ’em till the afternoon down there.”