“Can a man get over being drunk in five minutes? I never saw anybody more sober than Mr. Pelton when the mob were crying for vengeance and you were fighting them back.”
“A great shock will sober a man. Pelton is an errant coward, and he had pretty good reason to think he had come to the end of the passage. The boys weren’t playing. They meant business.”
“They would not have listened to another man in the world except you,” she told him proudly.
“It was really Sam they listened to—when he sent out the message asking them to let the law have its way.”
“No, I think it was the way you handled the message. You’re a wizard at a speech, you know.”
“Thanks.”
He glanced up, for Alphonse was waiting at his elbow.
“You’re wanted on the telephone, monsieur.”
“You can’t get away from business even for an hour, can you?” she rallied. “My heaven wouldn’t suit you at all, unless I smuggled in a trust for you to fight.”
“I expect it is Eaton,” he explained. “Steve phoned down to the office that he isn’t feeling well to-day. I asked him to have me called up here. If he isn’t better, I’m going to drop round and see him.”