There was only one man of my acquaintance with a voice like that. I walked without hurry toward him.
"Good evening, Ukridge," I said.
AFTER THE STORM
yell of welcome drowned the tumult of the looters.
"Is that you, Garny, old horse? What's up? What's the matter? Has everybody gone mad? Who are those blackguardly scoundrels in the fowl run? What are they doing? What's been happening?"
"I have been entertaining a little meeting of your creditors," I said. "And now they are entertaining themselves."