THE LADY FROM MAURITIUS
fully; and when leaving the courier's pay with the Eurasian clerk, ordered that whoever might call for it should not be told the whereabouts of the Holborows.
Next day, coming back to his room, he found Borkman seated in his best long-chair, smoking calmly, though with an aspect black and lowering.
"I like your cheek," began Owen; but the other leapt upright and opened fire:
"Don't give a hang what you like. I've come here to ask you just one question. Where's the cat, or where's my property?"
"In my keeping," replied Scarlett promptly. "Stowed safely where you won't see either of them."
"Knew you'd say that," sneered the courier. "Now listen. If you know as much as you appear to, you'll know enough to give up that—that thing. Leave it for me at the Chartered
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