Sir Robert.
She shan't.
Sir Malcolm.
Next, to discontinue for the present your nightly
walks on the Embankment.
Sir Robert.
[Impatiently.] Tut! I can take care of myself.
Anything else?
Sir Malcolm.
Yes, that you send your manservant away for a
Christmas holiday, and allow me to put one of our
own men in his place.
Sir Robert.
No!—[To Galloway, who has entered at back.]
Well?
Galloway.
Miss Michel has just come in, and gone up to her
room, sir.
Sir Robert.
Ask her to come down to me at once. [Galloway
bows and goes out. Sir Robert rises.] Sir Malcolm,
I am indebted to you for your warning, and will take
all proper precautions.
Sir Malcolm.
[Also rising.] Thank you!
Sir Robert.
[With emphasis.] If you have sufficient proof of
conspiracy against these people in Soho Square let
there be no further delay. Arrest them—all of them,
to-night, instantly.
