Chapter 23
"More ice" Davis ordered, his head wrapped in a huge towel.Edward rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen.
Lying on the couch he gasped with his kneaded tongue while an acute migraine drilled his brain right up to his eyeballs.
Edward returned with a full ice bag. He unwrapped the towel and replaced the bag.
He felt a kind of bad satisfaction in performing those operations: he would not delegate them to Mrs. Roberts for all the gold in the world. Seeing his upright and brilliant employer in that state repaid him with so much humiliation.
"Come on" he said, treacherously, "you will get away with it this time. A hangover is nothing...''
"I hadn't been so ill for at least fifteen years" said Davis faintly.
"Of course, you were too busy ignoring life," the butler replied ph
