"Anything you like," said Richard, then with a flash of memory, "Oh, my name is Tidd—John Tidd."
"By gad, it's amazing," gasped Lord Almont.
Mr. Torrington waved his hand toward a chair but Richard shook his head.
"No, thanks—won't sit down. I came because I promised this gentleman to do so—but——"
"I find it a little trying to stand," said Mr. Torrington.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. For a minute then."
With an air of unwillingness he occupied a chair.
"A little whiskey and soda?" Lord Almont suggested.
"Not for me."
"Cigarette?"