human
So you were caught in the storm, Mr. Benson?
gpt
You’d never guess who went with me to Sierre, Lady Delayne.
human
Why should I guess it?
gpt
Let’s go this way, he said evasively.
human
There are too many human gramophones at Andana to my way of thinking, and some of them must have known Ananias. Well, about Sierre? Sir Luton was my fellow passenger—
gpt
My husband—then he—!
human
Yes, Sir Luton. There was a bit of a row up at Vermala yesterday, and his temper got the better of him. They tell me he struck one of the gendarmes from Martigny; you can’t do that sort of thing with impunity hereabouts. If there’s a fuss, he’s better across the frontier, and so I told him. That’s what took him down to the town with me—I thought the climate of the lakes would suit him better for a day or two—and there he is as safe and sound as a bird in a nest. If you hear any stories, don’t you believe a word of them. It’s my advice to you to return to England to your father’s house as soon as you can do it conveniently. These foreigners make a rare hullaballoo if you lay a finger on them. They’ll ask you ten thousand questions if you’ll let them. Don’t give them the opportunity, Lady Delayne—say your father wants you back, and you are going. That’s my advice, and it’s good common sense. I’ll drive you down to Sierre this afternoon, if you like. You could catch the Simplon to-night, and be in London to-morrow; I hope you’ll let me, for if they find out that Mr. Faikes is really Sir Luton Delayne, then there’ll be no end to the trouble. Now, will your ladyship think of it?