37/38 So we had him locked in a room on top floor of the hotel, where he can't get out 'n' leave us to hold the bag, don't you see. He almos' cried an' said you'd be waitin' at the church or--or something like that bally song, don't you know, an' as a lash reshort, to keep him quiet like a good ferrer--feller, we said we'd come an' get you an' 'splain everything saffis--sasfac--ahem! sassisfac'rly." She looked at then with burning eyes. Slow rage was coming to the flaming point; And for this she had sat and suffered for hours in a street restaurant! For this! Her eyes fell upon the limp horses and the dejected stable-boy. Two hours! "You will release him at once!" she stormed. "Do you hear? |