He's a man of the
best society. I've been hounded out of my sphere by people very much
like that fellow. How enraged and humiliated he will be! I promise
myself some exquisite moments while watching his play."
"Ay, and suppose he suddenly starts prancing. He may not appreciate the
fun."
"I mean you to be present," Mr. Jones remarked calmly.
"Well, as long as I am free to plug him or rip him up whenever I think
the time has come, you are welcome to your bit of sport, sir. I shan't
spoil it."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was at this precise moment of their conversation that Heyst had
intruded on Mr. Jones and his secretary with his warning about Wang, as
he had related to Lena. When he left them, the two looked at each other
in wondering silence. My Jones was the first to break it.
"I say, Martin!"
"Yes, sir."
"What does this mean?"
"It's some move. Blame me if I can understand."
"Too deep for you?" Mr. Jones inquired dryly.
"It's nothing but some of his infernal impudence," growled the
secretary. "You don't believe all that about the Chink, do you, sir?
'Tain't true."
"It isn't necessary for it to be true to have a meaning for us. It's the
why of his coming to tell us this tale that's important."
"Do you think he made it up to frighten us?" asked Ricardo.
Mr Jones scowled at him thoughtfully.
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