"Get off my leg," growled the invalid. "I've broken my kneecap."
"What a nuisance! Frightfully painful, isn't it? And they say it takes years to get right—if it ever does get right. Is it what they call a Potts fracture? I don't know who Potts was, but it sounds impressive. How did you get it? Fishing?"
"Yes. A slip in that damned river."
"Beastly. Sort of thing that might happen to anybody. A keen fisher, Mr. Ferguson?"
"So-so."
"So am I, when I get the opportunity. What kind of fly do you fancy for this part of the country? I rather like a Greenaway's Gadget myself. Ever tried it?"
"No," said Mr. Ferguson briefly.
"Some people find a Pink Sisket better, so they tell me. Do you use one? Have you got your fly-book here?"
"Yes—no," said Mr. Ferguson. "I dropped it."
"Pity. But do give me your opinion of the Pink Sisket."