"Where do they think I come from?"
"They don't know, but they're going to find out. They think it may have been you who committed the burglary."
"The burglary! What burglary?"
"Why, it was at Muffin's Rents, about a fortnight ago, just before you came. The people woke up and found a lot of family plate in the dining-room. A burglar had broken in in the night and left it there. A cheeky beggar he was too, for he had left them a bottle of Bass and half a game pie as well. I thought it was just the sort of sporting thing that you would have done."
"My dear Tom, I assure you I didn't. Why did they think it might have been me?"
"Well, they seemed to think you might have cleared out from some big house or other, because you were fed up with it, and got rid of your plate in that way."
"What a ridiculous idea!"
"Yes, it is rather. But I say, old boy, I wonder where you do come from."
I stared at him.
"Of course, I know you were a bit barmy before you came here, and don't remember anything about it," he went on to say. "It's a rummy thing altogether."