"How old should you think?"
"Thirty-two or three."
"Old Etonian tie?"
"Yes."
"You're a man of experience, Brown," said Cranbourne. "Ever known a case of a chap who's on the point of going under, blueing the last of his cash on one big dinner?"
"I should just think so. There's a type does that sort of thing."
"His type?"
"Or one very like it."
"Many thanks. You've helped me no end. Now I'll get a taxi and drive to Windsor. Goodnight."
Just beyond the Ritz he found a taxi willing to undertake the journey.
It was a pity he found it so easily for a hundred yards further down
the slope the man he sought was sleeping fitfully on a bench facing
Green Park.