“All right! All right!” he said. “Don't be in such a hurry. It's most disturbing.”
“You fool!” cried Westerham again. “Don't you understand that I have only ten minutes in which to catch the boat-train?”
And without another word he bolted out of the room.
[CHAPTER XV
BY ORDER OF THE CZAR]
Swift as the cab was, Westerham only caught the boat-train by a minute, and at that without a ticket.
He had then two hours for calm reflection, and to some extent self-reproach. Never in his life before had he been so unnerved, and the expressions of irritation which he had made at the Buckingham Palace Hotel before Dunton did not seem to him good.
He saw that his was not a fit state of mind to be in if he intended to steer safely through the troubled waters ahead of him.
Some things were growing clearer to his mind. More and more he was coming to realise the clever, if circuitous, means by which Melun was seeking to break down Lady Kathleen's resistance and render his own task harder.