"I thought your name was Coke," said the old Doctor.
"Jim calls me Koko because I am rather bald," explained Somers, meekly.
"And you saved Jim's life last night?"
"I shot----"
"Yes, I read about that in the paper. Will you shake hands with me again? ... and now please take me round to my boy's surgery. I've only seen a photograph of it up to the present."
Side by side the wealthy Eastfolk doctor and the little sporting reporter walked out of Derby Crescent into the bustling Blackfriars Road, and presently wheeled out of that thoroughfare into Mount Street.
"What a detestable district!" exclaimed Dr Mortimer as they were passing the Nathans' fried fish shop, from which proceeded a by no means delectable odour of hissing horse fat.
"It's Jim's country," said Koko.
"Is he popular round here?"
"They love him," said Koko.