`Heh,', he said. `Heh-heh-heh.' He came rolling over to the alcove and wrung Rampole's hand. `My boy, I'm delighted. Delighted! Heh. I say, you're' looking fine. And Dorothy?
... Excellent; I'm glad to hear it. My wife sends her warmest regards'
There are people before whom you instantly unbend. Dr Fell was one of them. No constraint could exist before him; he blew it away with a superb puff; and, if you had any affectations, you forgot them immediately. Hadley looked indulgent, and beckoned a waiter.
`This might interest you,' the chief inspector suggested, handing Dr Fell a wine-card. He assumed a placid, innocent air. `The cocktails are recommended. There is one called an "Angel's Kiss"
'Hah?' said Dr Fell, starting in his seat.
`or a "Love's Delight"-'
`Gunk!' said Dr Fell. He stared at the card. `Young man, do you serve these?'
`Yes, sir,' said the waiter, jumping involuntarily.
`Young man,' continued the doctor, rumbling and polishing his glasses, `have you never reflected on what American influence has done to stalwart England? Where are your finer instincts? This is enough to make decent tipplers shudder.'
`I think you'd better order something,' suggested Hadley.