“I probably shall, if you don’t go.”
“Eh? Oh, ah, yes!” Freddie struggled into his coat. More than ever did the adult Wally remind him of the dangerous stripling of years gone by. “Well, cheerio!”
“Same to you!”
“You’ll let me know if you scare up some devilish fruity wheeze, won’t you? I’m at the Biltmore.”
“Very good place to be. Go there now.”
“Right ho! Well, toodle-oo!”
“The elevator is at the foot of the stairs,” said Wally. “You press the bell and up it comes. You hop in and down you go. It’s a great invention! Good night!”
“Oh, I say. One moment …”
“Good night!” said Wally.
He closed the door, and ran down the passage.