"
"Perhaps you had better stop that talk, and come to business. I am in
no mood for this sort of thing, Edith," and he turned round, shut the
window, and drew the blind.
"Oh, all right; I'm agreeable, I'm sure. Stop a bit, though--I must
have a brandy-and-soda first. I am as dry as a lime-kiln, and so would
you be if you had to sing comic songs at a music hall for a living.
There, that's better," and she put down the empty glass and threw
herself on to the sofa. "Now then, tune up as much as you like. How
much tin have you brought?"
Mr. Quest sat down by the table, and then, as though suddenly struck
by a thought, rose again, and going to the door, opened it and looked
out into the passage. There was nobody there, so he shut the door
again, locked it, and then under cover of drawing the curtain which
hung over it, slipped the key into his pocket.
"What are you at there?" said the woman suspiciously.
"I was just looking to see that Ellen was not at the key-hole, that's
all. It would not be the first time that I have caught her there."
"Just like your nasty low ways again," she said. "You've got some game
on. I'll be bound that you have got some game on."
Mr. Quest seated himself again, and without taking any notice of this
last remark began the conversation.
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