“No; we dined at The George.”
“A well-conducted house,” the Adjutant remarked. “You took some wine at dinner?”
“Two glasses of light claret.”
“Then where did you go next?”
“To the new music-hall.”
“And ordered drinks in the bar! Who suggested this?”
“I can’t remember,” Dick replied with an angry flush. “Of course, I see where you’re leading, but I was quite sober when I left the hall.”
The Adjutant’s expression puzzled him. He had felt that the man was not unfriendly, and now he looked disappointed.
“I’m not sure your statement makes things better,” the Colonel observed with some dryness. “Did you go straight to Storeton from the hall?”
“No, sir. I spent an hour at a friend’s house.”