“Chrissal Square, Chelsea?” cried Chester, eagerly.
“That’s it, sir.”
“Why didn’t he tell you Raybeck Square?”
“Dunno, I’m sure, sir. That’s where all the doctors is.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Didn’t think you was bad enough, I s’pose, sir. And you ain’t. You on’y want a drop to clear your head a bit.”
“Drive me to Raybeck Square, thirty-four, at once.”
“Won’t you have a drop of something first, sir? Do you more good than going to a doctor’s, and me, too.”
“No, no, absurd. But one moment. You said Piccadilly Circus?”
“That’s right, sir.”