I felt his smile. "That would be the deuce of a hole for you to be in, George. You'd simply have to say you couldn't find me."
"But Derwent Rose is supposed to be alive somewhere. Nobody's heard of his death."
"One man extra, one man missing, so it's as-you-were. Anyway nobody'll worry much about that. I never had a tenth of your readers."
"And you're bound to be caught out here sooner or later on the question of domicile."
"Not if I see them first," he replied grimly.
"Derry, you're my despair."
"Oh, don't despair, George. Never despair. It will be all right. What about sending that car away? No good wasting good francs. You see, we've finished our talk."
"We haven't begun it yet."
"Then for goodness sake let's begin and get it over."
"Very well. Get ready.... I stood by you at the tramway office this afternoon. I saw what was given you there. I know what you have tucked away somewhere about you at this moment."