“Everything all right?” he asked, with a touch of anxiety.
“Yes, sir.”
“You posted the letter?”
“Yes, sir, and had it weighed....” There was a little pause.
“Is that all?” Micky asked. “Nothing else happened?”
The man raised his expressionless eyes.
“I should have got in this morning, sir, but we had a rough crossing, and I was ill–––”
Micky smiled.
“Poor old Driver!––anything else?”
“Yes, sir––I met Mr. Ashton in Paris. He seemed very surprised to see me there without you, sir.”