“Awfully sorry, old man––I was kept.... Been waiting long?”
“I got here at ten.”
Ashton climbed out of the chair and looked at Micky with a sort of shamefacedness.
“Don’t take your coat off,” he said suddenly. “I want you to come out again–––”
“Out! Now! Look at the time, man!”
“I know––it’s only eleven.... I’m catching the midnight to Dover....”
Micky stared.
“Dover! What in the world....”
Ashton turned round and looked down at the fire with a sort of embarrassment.