"I only hope it will prove so," said Mr. Torrington.
"Was wondering where I'd sleep tonight."
"I wonder where you will."
"All right, gentlemen, you can leave it to me. I shan't let you down. If you'll excuse me I'm going to have a bath. In the event of our not meeting again you might post that cheque to care of Porters, Confectioners, 106b, Earl's Court Road—my town address." He stopped at the room door and grinned. "Please help yourselves to a drink or anything you fancy. My entire resources are at your disposal. Goodnight."
The door closed and a moment later came the sound of water splashing into the bath.
"Well, what do you think?" Cranbourne demanded enthusiastically.
"A nice boy," Mr. Torrington returned. "Straight. I'm wondering how much he will have to go through in the next three weeks."
"Yes, but from our point of view?"
"Ah, from our point of view I think we might declare a dividend. If you would lend me an arm, Lord Almont, we will speak a word of farewell to Barraclough through the wine cellar door."