"But you've got your gas-ring and your kettle."
"The kettle leaks."
"Then why the deuce didn't you tell me that before? I'll bring you a new one to-day."
"And some fresh milk and some eggs. I've tasted none for weeks."
"Well, if you are in hiding you must put up with what food you can get," growled Boyne. "I do my best for you—and even now you're not satisfied."
"I want to go home."
"Home? For them to know that you're still in London? They all think you've escaped to Greece, and got clean away. That's what I told them."
The man so strangely disguised drew a long breath.
"Ah! if only I could have got away," he murmured wistfully.
"Yes, it would have saved me a lot of bother, wouldn't it?" snarled the other. "No; be patient, and be grateful."