"I'm never serious. That's what my friends dislike about me. Honestly, I'll try and make as little row as I can. But if Oliver is sending his minions to corrupt your staff and play old harry with my investigations, it's going to make it damned awkward. I wish you'd let me know if the fellow turns up again. I'd like to cast my eye over him."
"All right, I will. And do clear out now, there's a good fellow."
"I go," said Wimsey, "my tail well tucked down between my legs and a flea in each ear. Oh! by the way——"
"Well?" (in an exasperated tone).
"When did you last see George Fentiman?"
"Not for donkey's years. Not since it happened."
"I thought not. Oh, and by the way——"
"Yes?"
"Robert Fentiman was actually staying in the Club at the time, wasn't he?"
"Which time?"