“Or break her neck,” I observed.
Speed was quiet for a long while.
“By-the-way,” he said, at last, “are you going to tell the Countess about that fellow Buckhurst?”
“I sent a note to her before I fed my lions,” I replied.
“Are you going to see her?”
“Who took the note, Scarlett?”
“Jacqueline’s father,... that Lizard fellow.”
“Well, don’t let’s stir up Buckhurst now,” said Speed. “Let’s do what we can for the governor first.”
“Of course,” said I. “And I’m going to bed. Good-night.”