Mr. Dawson made an impatient gesture with his head.
“Mr. Luke,” he said. Kenneth Luke stepped out of the shadows, “you play the scene together—what have you to say?”
“Well. I certainly noticed Miss June seemed rather all over the place, and——”
“One minute,” said Eliphalet, steering into the middle of the group.
Mr. Dawson turned.
“We are rather busy,” he began.
“And so am I,” said Eliphalet, “and my business won’t wait.” Then, addressing Kenneth Luke, “Now, you—put up your hands.”
“What do you mean?”
“Put them up. I’m going to give you a thrashing. Do you understand that?”
“No, I don’t,” replied Kenneth insolently. “And what the devil are you interfering for?”