51/66 The smell of food spread itself and settled slowly. A half-breed butler served countless orders of drinks on trays, and sent them upstairs to bedrooms. Presently we three sat alone in the long bare room. "Haven't we had enough of her ?" Fred laughed. "She can scarcely cut the throats of all three of us!" "I said we'd never hear the last of it!" said Will, with a scowl at me. |