"Wouldn't look at me in Fitz's, Grimm," he complained. "Getting proud, old chap?"
"Sorry," Harvey Grimm replied. "I saw your back afterwards. I was looking at a man over your shoulder."
They seated themselves at their usual table. Another chance acquaintance paused to speak to them.
"Thought you'd given up this place, Grimm. Saw you at the Piccadilly on Thursday."
"I like a change sometimes," the latter observed. "How's the new play going?"
"Capitally, thanks!"
The actor passed on. Harvey Grimm glanced at a sheet of paper which he brought out from his pocket.
"Yes," he murmured, "I was at the Piccadilly on Thursday. Nothing like being thorough in these things, Stephen. My alibi was pretty successful, eh?"
"Mean to say you get a chap to go about when you're in hiding, and establish alibis for you?" the poet asked wonderingly.
"That's exactly the idea," Harvey Grimm agreed, "and to tell you the truth, if I hadn't a fit of nerves on me I should say that my alibis would take a little upsetting."