"
"It would be as well, sir," Captain Griffiths assented grimly. "I
am glad to find you in the humour for jesting."
Lessingham turned once more to Philippa. This time his tone was
more serious.
"Lady Cranston," he begged, "won't you please leave us?"
"No!" she answered hysterically. "I know why you want me to, and
I won't go! You have done no harm, and nothing shall happen to you.
I will not leave the room, and you shall not--"
His gesture of appeal coincided with the sob in her throat. She
broke down in her speech, and Captain Griffiths moved a step nearer.
"If you have any weapon in your possession, sir," he said, "you had
better hand it over to me."
"Well, do you know," Lessingham replied, "I scarcely see the
necessity. One thing I will promise you," he added, with a sudden
flash in his eyes, "a single step nearer--a single step, mind--and
you shall have as much of my weapon as will keep you quiet for the
rest of your life. Remember that so long as you are reasonable I
do not threaten you. Help me to persuade Lady Cranston to leave us."
Captain Griffiths was out of his depths. He was not a coward, but
he had no hankering after death, and there was death in Lessingham's
threat and in the flash of his eyes. While he hesitated, there was a
knock upon the door. Mills came silently in.
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