“Donohue!” interrupted O’Hagan, in a voice of freezing calm—“unlock the store-room door!”
“Sir——”
“Donohue! unlock the store-room door! Then pack your box.”
Donohue, with a sort of badly veiled truculence—(“I have always distrusted that man!” whispered Lady Rundel)—walked to and unlocked the door indicated.
Whereupon Lady Rundel uttered a stifled shriek.
For out into view leapt a nightmare apparition—a man who had sky-blue hair and only half a moustache! Furthermore, that surviving half was grass-green!
“Come out, you piebald spalpeen!” cried Donohue, throwing restraint to the winds—“come out and show what I’ve done to you!”
Lady Rundel slowly raised her hands to her face.
“Heavens!” she said, in a smothered voice, “it is Bobby Haverley! Captain O’Hagan, your man must be given in char. . . .”
Her voice trailed off into a suppressed ripple.