Oh, I say, has a man called Greenacre been here
at any time?"
"I don't know anyone of that name," answered Mrs. Clover as she
turned distressfully away.
A cab was summoned, and Gammon, having helped the sick man to clothe
himself warmly in overcoat and muffler, led him from the house. They
drove straightway to Lowndes Mansions.
CHAPTER XXI
HIS LORDSHIP'S WILL
The movement of the vehicle made Lord Polperro drowsy. In ten
minutes he seemed to be asleep, and Gammon had to catch his hat as
it was falling forward. When the four-wheeler jolted more than usual
he uttered groans; once he shouted loudly, and for a moment stared
about him in terror. The man of commerce had never made so
unpleasant a journey in his life.
On arriving at their destination it was with much difficulty that
Gammon aroused his companion, and with still more that he conveyed
him from the cab into the building, a house porter (who smiled
significantly) assisting in the job. Lord Polperro, when thoroughly
awakened, coughed, groaned, and gasped in a most alarming way.
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