"Take that off, please," she commanded.
"I beg your pardon?… Ah, to be sure!" I had forgotten my false nose.
"How did Herbert pick up with you?" she asked musingly. "His friends are not usually so—so—"
"Respectable?" I suggested.
"I think I meant to say 'presentable.' They are never respectable by any chance."
"Then, happily, it still remains to be proved that I am one of them."
"He seems, at any rate, to reckon you high amongst them, since he gave your name."
"Gave my name? To whom?"
"Oh, I don't know—to the magistrate—or the policeman—or whoever it is. I have never been in a police-cell myself," she added, with a small smile.
"Is Herbert, then, in a police-cell?"