Chapter Eight
A Surprise for Sir HenryAfter his wife left Sir Henry wiped his forehead and appealed to the others. “What am I to do about that load of riff-raff? You saw them. If we let them loose on the estate they'll turn it into a doss house, and it'll cost a deuce of a lot to clean up afterwards. On the other hand,” he rubbed his chin reflectively, “if what Margery says is true, and I chuck them out, we may be losing a small fortune. It's a damnable situation.”
“Don't worry, Dad, we'll sort out something. Why don't you ask William here, and see what he thinks? He managed to get rid of old Foxey last time, remember?”
A gleam of hope began to surface on Sir Henry's face. “Of course, why didn't I think of that before? What do you advise, my boy? You've got a sensible head on your shou
