LoOk OUT FoR mE ToNIGhT PARSON LOLLY
There was singularly little reaction on the part of anyone; I think most of the minds in the House are drugged with dangers and alarums.
“But, I say,” protested Charlton Oxford. “The beastly placard says to-night, y’know.”
“Can you use a pistol?” asked Crofts.
“Yes, but—”
“You can have mine, then. As for me, I’m going to sleep with one ear and one eye open, and shan’t be surprised at anything, including being murdered.”
Alberta rang for someone to remove the coffee-cups. “And nobody must whisper a word of it to the servants, must they, Crofts?”
“Of course not.”
Blenkinson himself entered, slipped about the room with deferential soft-footedness, collected the débris, and carried it out on two trays. I noticed his eyes once or twice sliding into their corners while he stole an inscrutable look at Miss Lebetwood.
“Extraordinary staff of servants you have,” remarked Aire, as soon as the butler had departed.