"I shall," I answered. "But don't let them call me for dinner. I will
have something when I awake. Britten has ordered perfect quiet."
"Very well," she answered. Then, turning to Gill, she said, "You hear.
Mr Heaton is not to be aroused at dinner."
"Yes, madam," answered the man, bowing as we both passed out.
At once I walked along to the library, shut the door, and locked it.