“Ah! Were you robbed?”
Alec felt in his pockets. His watch, his purse and pocket-book were all safe, but of course wet.
“Ah!” said the policeman again. “You say this sailor who assaulted you appeared to be drunk?”
“Yes, he acted like it as he came towards me.”
“Are you quite sure you were sober yourself?”
“Sober as a judge!”
“Did you have anything to drink to-night?”
“I may have had two or three whiskies-and-sodas.”
“Ah!” said the constable again, and this time in a tone so provoking that Alec, in spite of the majesty of his uniform, felt inclined to kick him.
“We will inquire into the matter, sir, and for the future I should advise you to keep away from the Circular Quay when you have taken two or three whiskies.”