CHAPTER NINE
Question Time
“I
f I
were in residence, so to speak,” said the Hereditary Paladin from his seat of honour on the work-bench which ran along a wall in the dynamo room of the mill, “I should have you two beheaded. As it is, you’ll be lucky if you get off with the sack.”
He made anything but an impressive figure seated cross-legged on the bench, his knees drawn up to his chin and his trouser-legs flapping; but his eyes were severe behind his spectacles and his curious personality dominated the scene.
Amanda, very solemn and subdued, had perched herself on a heap of sacks in a corner, while Eager-Wright and Guffy kept guard over the delinquents, who, after their night in the garage, looked considerably the worse for wear in the morning sun.
Scatty had apparently decided to
