“Enter,” he says to the woman beside Wycherley. She would refuse, but his voice terrifies her, and she obeys.
“Claude, tell the driver where to go. Then get in with me,” he adds calmly, and it is evident that even more than the strange events of this night of nights is needed to rattle Aleck Craig.
A moment later Wycherley gets in.
“Jove! that chap insists on sitting beside the driver, and rather than have a row I let him.”
“Who the deuce is he?”
“Give it up! Muttered something about Happy Jack, and as he’s always singing snatches of songs or laughing. I reckon he means the name for himself. Happy Jack—well, he’s to be envied such a disposition in this vale of tears.”
“Hello! what’s wrong now? I thought you were about as free from care as the next one?”
“In times gone by. As luck would have it I just saw the adorable Inez.”
“Oh! the pretty Spanish cigar girl.”
“It is too true—perfidious Inez.”