“You’ve left the drinks out,” said Jones.
“True. Mr. Jones and the gentleman had partaken of certain drinks.”
“What were the drinks?” put in Simms.
“Champagne cocktails, whisky and soda, then a bottle of Bollinger—after,” said Jones.
“Mr. Jones looked into the mirror,” continued the Duke, “and saw that he was the other gentleman, that is to say, Lord Rochester.”
“No, the twin image,” put in Jones.
“The twin image—well, after that more liquor was consumed—”
“The chap doped me with drink and sent me home as himself,” cut in Jones, “and I woke up in a strange bed with a guy pulling up the window blinds.”
“A guy?” put in Cavendish.
“A chap. Church is his name—I thought I was being bamboozled, so I determined to play the part of Lord Rochester—you know the rest.” Turning to the Duke of Melford.