oh, yes." "Well, I think," said Rupert, with a sardonic sleekness, "that Lieutenant Keith wants to speak to you.

We have come in by his request." Lieutenant Keith was lowering gloomily, and now he spoke.
"I have come, Mr Montmorency, about that house of mine." "Yes, sir," said Montmorency, spreading his fingers on the flat counter.
"It's all ready, sir.

I've attended to all your suggestions er--about the br--" "Right," cried Keith, cutting the word short with the startling neatness of a gunshot.

"We needn't bother about all that.

If you've done what I told you, all right." And he turned sharply towards the door.
Mr Montmorency, House-Agent, presented a picture of pathos.