"We must get him away to the country tomorrow," said Mudd, "if he'll go."
"He'll go, if I have to take him tied up and bound," said Bobby. "My nerves won't stand another day of this. Take care of those notes, Mudd, and don't let him see them. They'll be useful getting him away. I'll be round as early as I can. I'll see Pugeot and get the rights of the matter from him. Good night."
Off he went.
In the street he paused for a moment, then he took a passing taxi for the Albany.
Tozer was in, playing patience and smoking. He did not interrupt his game for the other.
"Well, how's Uncle Simon?" asked Tozer.
"He's asleep at last after a most rampageous day."
"You look pretty sober."
"Don't mention it," said Bobby, going to a tantalus case and helping himself to some whisky. "My nerves are all unstrung."
"Trailing after him?"