Charteris envied him, and did not mind saying so.
'Why can't I smash my ankle?' he demanded indignantly of Tony.
He was nearing section five, sub-section three, of his discourse, when they reached Merevale's gates. It was after eleven, but they felt that the news they were bringing entitled them to be a little late. Charteris brought his arguments to a premature end, and Tony rang the bell. Merevale himself opened the door to them.
CHAPTER XVIII
IN WHICH THE AFFAIRS OF VARIOUS PERSONS ARE WOUND UP
'Well,' he said, 'you're rather late. Any luck?'
'We've found him, sir,' said Tony.
'Really? That's a good thing. Where was he?'
'He'd fallen down a sort of quarry place near where MacArthur lives. MacArthur took him home with him to tea, and sent him back by a short cut, forgetting all about the quarry, and Thomson fell in and couldn't get out again.'
'Is he hurt?'
'Only twisted his ankle, sir.'