“Good sportsman, isn't he?” said Teddy, as we drove off together.
At a quarter to eight we three, Teddy and Dick and I, alighted at number Twenty-two Beacon Street, Strand, to find Halfred and the bag awaiting us outside the door. A waiter with a mysterious air showed us up a narrow staircase into a small, well-furnished reception-room. Beyond this, through folding-doors, opened a dining-room of moderate size, where we found the table laid and ready. The man closed the door and disappeared, and the four of us were left to await the arrival of my guests.
Chapter XXXIII
“The time has come, the very hour has struck when deeds most unforgettable are due.”
—Ben Verulam.