“Oh, I like mine, too. That’s why it was so boring. How’s Cæsar?”
“He will be pleased to see you. Where is Nevil?”
“Gone to bed, I expect. How he hates travelling.”
“He hates explanations still more, please St. Michael.”
“He should have prepared a more plausible story.”
“He thinks it quite credible. He expected me to believe—about the man in Leamington.”
“And did you?”
“Well, do you?”
They both laughed and Christopher looked at the clock.