“An’ I ’ave seen Meester Buck ... oh, ze crumbs ... ’ow say you? ... tight ... boozed ... derrunk.”
Mr. Graham Graham paled.
“Never!” he said.
Mr. Buck was the Secretary of the local Temperance Society.
“Oh, yes, ze ’oly aunt!” said Henri, “ze policeman ’e ’elp ’im into the ’ouse—’e was, ’ow say you? ro-o-o-o-olling.”
“This is impossible,” said Mr. Graham Graham sternly.
“I ’ave seed it,” said Henri simply. “I laugh ... oh, ze Crikey ... ’ow I laugh....”
Mr. Graham Graham turned upon Henri a cold condemning silent glance then set off in the direction of Jasmine Villas.
Henri wandered homewards.
He met his godmother coming out of her front gate.