"How many are there in this party, anyhow?"
"Should be seven of us," answered Mr. Cobb. "Why?"
"Because, unless I'm much mistaken, I counted eight a minute ago. Who's that over there, the last one?"
"Warren, sir."
"No, I don't mean you. Who's next to you?"
There was a moment's silence. Then,
"Blest if I know, sir," answered Warren in puzzled tones.
"It's me," said an apologetic voice.
"Who's me?" asked Mr. Cobb moving toward the speaker.
"Harry," was the answer.