'To follow a wounded lion into thick cover is probably the most
dangerous proceeding in the world,' said Haddo calmly. 'It calls
for the utmost coolness and for iron nerve.'
The answer had an odd effect on Arthur. He gave Haddo a rapid
glance, and was seized suddenly with uncontrollable laughter. He
leaned back in his chair and roared. His hilarity affected the
others, and they broke into peal upon peal of laughter. Oliver
watched them gravely. He seemed neither disconcerted nor surprised.
When Arthur recovered himself, he found Haddo's singular eyes fixed
on him.
'Your laughter reminds me of the crackling of thorns under a
pot,' he said.
Haddo looked round at the others. Though his gaze preserved its
fixity, his lips broke into a queer, sardonic smile.
'It must be plain even
