"Oh, pal of mine," said his lordship. "Why?"
"I can't stand the fellow."
"I think he's a good chap," said his lordship. "In fact," remembering Jimmy's Good Samaritanism, "I know he is. Why don't you like him?"
"I don't know. I don't."
"Oh?" said his lordship, indifferently. He was in no mood to listen to the likes and dislikes of other men.
"Look here, Dreever," said Hargate, "I want you to do something for me. I want you to get Pitt out of the place."
Lord Dreever eyed his guest curiously.
"Eh?" he said. Hargate repeated his remark.
"You seem to have mapped out quite a program for me," said Lord Dreever.
"Get him out of it," continued Hargate vehemently. Jimmy's prohibition against billiards had hit him hard. He was suffering the torments of Tantalus. The castle was full of young men of the kind to whom he most resorted, easy marks every one; and here he was, simply through Jimmy, careened like a disabled battleship. It was maddening. "Make him go. You invited him here. He doesn't expect to stop indefinitely, I suppose? If you left, he'd have to, too. What you must do is to go back to London to-morrow. You can easily make some excuse. He'll have to go with you. Then, you can