"Hazy. Let me see…. My God, I've been robbed, haven't I!"
"So I imagine," Lutchester replied. "You rather asked for it, didn't you?"
Graham moved uneasily in his place. He had suddenly the feeling of being back at school—and in the presence of the headmaster.
"I suppose I did in a way," he admitted, "but at Henry's—why, I've always looked upon the place as a club more than anything else."
"I am afraid that I can't agree with you there," Lutchester observed. "I should consider Henry's a remarkably cosmopolitan restaurant, where a man in your position should exercise more than even ordinary restraint."
"I suppose I was wrong," Graham muttered, "but I had been working for about ten hours on end, and then rushed up to London in the car to try and keep my appointment with Holderness."
"Stop anywhere on the way?"
"We had a few drinks," Graham confessed. "I was so done up. Perhaps I had more than I meant to. However, it's no use bothering about that now. I've been robbed, and that's all there is about it. Could we get on to Scotland Yard from here?"
"We could, but I don't think we will," Lutchester replied.
Graham was puzzled.