"Yes. Why?"
"I think I'll turn up."
"I wish you would."
"What's that thing that goes like this? I forget most of it."
He whistled a few bars.
"That's a thing of Greig's," said Sheen.
"You might play it tomorrow," said Bruce.
"Rather. Of course I will."
"Thanks," said Jack Bruce. "Good night."
He turned the car, and vanished down the road. From the sound Sheen judged that he was once more travelling at a higher rate of speed than the local police would have approved.