“She shall not, sir.”
“Or that I received a letter brought by hand.”
“She shall not, sir.”
“Tom, is my little automatic anywhere about?”
The man glanced at him suspiciously. A thought had flashed into his mind, but the next moment he had dismissed it, and replied:
“Yes, sir, I have it.”
“Keep it loaded, will you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And now you can go to bed, Tom. I hope you will manage to sleep on that chair.”
“We have both of us slept in worse places than that, sir,” and he smiled grimly at the recollection. “Will you be all right now, sir?”