Come now, we are going to make a
little plot together, to act for the best. I am sure we do not wish
Lord Polperro's death. I am sure _you_ do not, Miss Sparkes."
Polly again looked at Gammon, and muttered that of course she
didn't. Gammon grinned. Feeling sure of his power to act
independently, if need were, he began to see the jocose side of
things.
"One question I should like to ask," continued Greenacre, lighting a
second cigarette. "Has Mrs. Clover--as we will continue to call her,
with an implied apology--been informed yet?"
"I haven't told her," said Gammon frankly.
"And I'm sure I haven't," added Polly, who had begun to observe Mr.
Greenacre with a less hostile eye, and was recovering her native
vivacity.
Greenacre looked satisfied.
"Then I think you have acted very wisely indeed--as one might have
expected from Miss Sparkes. I don't mean I shouldn't have expected
it from you too, Gammon; but you and I are not on ceremony, old man.
Now let me have your attention. We begin by admitting that Lord
Polperro has put himself in a very painful position.
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