It was just round the corner. Sargon found himself in a little austere room with half a dozen quite amiable but slightly disrespectful men in uniform. He was asked his name and address by one who sat at a table. “Sargon,” he said. “Sargon the First.”
“No Christian name?”
“Pre-Christian,” said Sargon.
“No given name, I mean,” said the questioner.
“No.”
“And the address?”
“None at present.”
“Just anywhere?”
Sargon did not answer.
“Case for Gifford Street,” said a voice behind him.