Hignett. In the stress of recent
events she had completely forgotten the existence of those enemies of
society. "They were dancing in the hall when I arrived, and now they're
playing the orchestrion!"
"Light-hearted chaps!" said Eustace, admiring the sang-froid of the
criminal world. "Full of spirits!"
"This won't do," said Jane Hubbard, shaking her head. "We can't have
this sort of thing. I'll go and fetch my gun."
"They'll murder you, dear!" panted Mrs. Hignett, clinging to her arm.
Jane Hubbard laughed.
"Murder _me_!" she said, amusedly. "I'd like to catch them at it!"
Mrs. Hignett stood staring at the door as Jane closed it safely behind
her.
"Eustace," she said, solemnly, "that is a wonderful girl!"
"Yes! She once killed a panther--or a puma, I forget which--with a
hat-pin!" said Eustace with enthusiasm.
"I could wish you no better wife!" said Mrs. Hignett.
She broke off with a sharp wail.... Out in the passage something like a
battery of artillery had roared.
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