“You have been making a fool of me! And Holway—confound him—”
“Mr. Holway was useful. He helped. And he, too, understands, now.”
“By—by gad—I—I won't go. I'll—”
Gertrude walked to the rear of the hall.
“Mr. Ginn!” she called, “will you come, please?”
Laban came. He looked happy and expectant.
“Here I be,” he observed eagerly.
“Mr. Ginn,” said Gertrude, “this—gentleman—is going to his room for a few minutes. He is preparing to leave us. If he doesn't come down and leave this house in a reasonable time will you kindly assist him? He will, no doubt, send for his trunks to-morrow. But he must go to-night. He must. Do you understand, Mr. Ginn?”
Laban grinned. “I cal'late I do,” he said. “Zuba's been tellin' me some. He'll go.”
“Thank you. Good-night!”