Out came the Hired Retainer at the double. I fancy he thought that his help was needed to save me from my friends.
He slowed down, seeing me as yet unassaulted.
"Sir?" he said.
"Isn't there a case of that whisky left somewhere, Beale?"
I had struck the right note. There was a hush of pleased anticipation among the audience.
"Yes, sir. One."
"Then bring it out here and open it."
Beale looked pained.
"For them, sir!" he ejaculated.
"Yes. Hurry up."