Enter LATIMER.
LATIMER. What, Leonard, all alone?
NICHOLAS. I say, you’re the very man we want.
LEONARD (frowning——). S’sh.
LATIMER. Leonard, don’t “s’sh” Nicholas when he wants to speak to me.
NICHOLAS (to LEONARD). It’s all right, old chap, Latimer is a sportsman.
LATIMER (to LEONARD). There! You see the sort of reputation I have in the West End. (To NICHOLAS) What is it you want to do? Run away?
LEONARD. Well—er——
NICHOLAS. I say, however did you guess?
LATIMER. Leonard’s car has had steam up for the last twenty-four hours, waiting for a word from its owner.