Chapter 62

“Can’t you see the man’s blind? You might have helped him—instead of——” There was peace. He who had laughed—a little chauffeur in a smart green livery—fell over himself with that inherent English decency. “Sorry—sir. I wasn’t meaning——” The Venerable patted his shoulder. “That’s all right, my lad. Let’s get that hood up.” They got it up over a figure which had relapsed into the shabby seat, and was sitting there tense and rigid with its arms pressed to its sides. The man in green was awkwardly and regretfully cheer…