"Of course, I have."
"Townsend!"
The man gave quite a jump. He brought the back of his head with a bump against the wall, without seeming to notice it.
"I hope, as I said, on Thursday to have the pleasure of returning the Honour of the Club with its scarlet a more vivid hue."
He was glaring at me as if I had been some sort of hideous wild animal.
"You don't mean that you have killed some one?"
"Certainly. What else should I mean? Though I don't perceive that there is any necessity for you to announce it from the tiles."
He staggered to a chair, plumping down in it with the stiffening all gone out of him.
I laughed.
"My dear Archie, you had better have another drink. You don't seem quite the thing."