Sir Giles Molehill slapped himself upon the thigh.
"That's right!" he cried. "Forest! John Forest!"
The presence of a rapidly increasing crowd and four constables at once discountenanced any further ebullition of glee, and emphasized the discretion of withdrawal.
The Judge thought rapidly.
"Look here," he continued, "my club's just over there." He nodded across the street. "If you'll wait a moment, I'll fetch the commissionaire. He can take charge of your luggage, and then, if you'll come in and have some tea with me, I shall be delighted."
"You're very good," said the other.
Mr. Justice Molehill hastened away….
Ten minutes later the two men were seated before a comfortable fire, absorbed in each other's conversation.
"That will," said the Judge, "which you and I witnessed in 1914 has never been proved."
"That," said his guest, "is, I fear, my fault. At the present moment it's lying in a drawer of my writing-table at Rome."