“Your man! Your man tarred and feathered Captain Haverley?”
“He did, the rogue! I would have discharged the fellow, but he is the only man in England who knows how to pack dress trousers in a suit-case!”
Lady Rundel was watching O’Hagan. When he really gets into his stride, my friend’s mendacity is fascinating. He becomes supernormally fluent; his truthless discourse holds one enthralled.
“The car is ready,” she said slowly. “I should like to hear this unsavoury story from the man Donohue himself!”
It was designed for a home thrust, but O’Hagan rose delightedly.
“Dear Lady Rundel,” he said. “By all means You honour me.”
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VI.
DONOHUE AGAIN.
Some delay occurred at the door of O’Hagan’s chambers.
“Donohue cannot have gone out,” said he. “How careless of me to have forgotten my key!”