Richard verified the statement.
"Suppose I want more?"
"There's about two hundred in the second drawer of the bureau, sir."
"That's the sort of bureau for me. And I can get some food here?"
"I shall look after that, sir."
"First rate. Everything seems snug and in order. Let's take a look round the flat."
They inspected every corner, with the exception of the wine cellar, paused for a moment in the hall to try on hats and finished up in the dining room where Doran presented him with a bunch of keys, explaining their various uses.
Richard dropped into a saddle bag chair and smiled expansively upon a friendly world.
"A very pleasant finish to the day," he remarked luxuriously. "If you'd mix me one small drink and put the cigarettes in reach, I'll bother you no more tonight."
Doran was moving toward the decanter when a low knock sounded at the front door. He stopped, raised his head, listened, and stood quite still. The knock was repeated.