'But,' said I, 'how do you account for the fight with Slogger Williams?'
'The president relented slightly towards the end, and consented to Mr Hughes inserting a chapter of his own, on condition that the Society should finish it. And the Society did. See?'
'But—'
'Ticket.'
'Eh?'
'Ticket, please, sir.'
I looked up. The guard was standing at the open door. My companion had vanished.
'Guard,' said I, as I handed him my ticket, 'where's the gentleman who travelled up with me?'
'Gentleman, sir? I haven't seen nobody.'
'Not a man in tweeds with red hair? I mean, in tweeds and owning red hair.'