“Whisky, I think, James.” Hugh carefully folded the sheet of paper and placed it in his pocket. And his face as he took the drink from his man would have left no doubt in an onlooker’s mind as to why, in the past, he had earned the name of “Bull-dog” Drummond.
CHAPTER II
IN WHICH HE JOURNEYS TO GODALMING AND THE
GAME BEGINS
I
“I almost think, James, that I could toy with another kidney.” Drummond looked across the table at his servant, who was carefully arranging two or three dozen letters in groups. “Do you think it will cause a complete breakdown in the culinary arrangements? I’ve got a journey in front of me to-day, and I require a large breakfast.”
James Denny supplied the deficiency from a dish that was standing on an electric heater.
“Are you going for long, sir?” he ventured.
“I don’t know, James. It all depends on circumstances. Which, when you come to think of it, is undoubtedly one of the most fatuous phrases in the English language. Is there anything in the world that doesn’t depend on circumstances?”
“Will you be motoring, sir, or going by train?” asked James prosaically. Dialectical arguments did not appeal to him.
“By car,” answered Drummond. “Pyjamas and a tooth-brush.”