Jimmy turned.
"For me?"
"Yes—your brother I expect."
Jimmy snatched up the yellow envelope and tore it open. He read the message through:
"Coming to London to-night. Meet me Waterloo eight-thirty."
He laughed mirthlessly.
"The Great Horatio?" Sangster asked.
"Yes."
Jimmy had forgotten the whisky. He took up his hat.
"Come on; I must tell Christine." He made for the door.