“I suppose so,” Francis assented absently.
Wilmore glanced at his watch.
“What about moving on somewhere?” he suggested. “We might go into the Alhambra for half-an-hour, if you like. The last act of the show is the best.”
Francis shook his head.
“We've got to see this thing out,” he replied. “Have you forgotten that our friend promised us a sensation before we left?”
Wilmore began to laugh a little derisively. Then, suddenly aware of some lack of sympathy between himself and his friend, he broke off and glanced curiously at the latter.
“You're not taking him seriously, are you?” he enquired.
Francis nodded.
“Certainly I am,” he confessed.
“You don't believe that he was getting at us?”