“Where’s the red book?” he said.
“The red book!”
“Where is it? D’you hear?”
“What do you want it for?”
“That sweep’s address.”
“What are you going to do? Write to him?”
“Write to him!” said Lord Holme, with bitter contempt. “I’m goin’ to thrash him. Where is it?”
“You are going now?”
“I’ve not come up to answer questions. I’ve come for the red book. Where is it?”
“The little drawer at the top on the right hand of the writing-table.”