"I could go at four!" he cried, of a sudden.
I glanced at him, and perceived that the day was mine. Curiosity was simply eating the man. I smiled and, shook my head. "My master said Three!"
"With a great effort, I could make it half-past. What do you say, Mr. Brown; shall we split the difference?"
"I cannot, Mr. Sims. I would be dismissed at once."
"Then, three."
"And your word of honour, sir?"
He nodded. I liked that nod.
"You will find my master at the Golden Grove Hotel, in Lambert Road," I said. "Kindly ask for Mr. Agar Hume."
His face fell, and he looked absurdly disappointed.
"Agar Hume! Lambert Road!" he muttered in amazed disgust.