"Whose works?"
Albert answered in a light tone:
"Mine."
"And how's he going on?"
"Well, he's had an operation and Sterling's got the nut out. Of course they didn't know what it was till they got it out. And now Ingpen wants to see you at once. That's why I've come."
"Where is he?"
"At the hospital."
"Pirehill?"
"No. The Clowes--Moorthorne Road, you know."
"Is he going on all right?"