'No, I don't forget that.'
Mr Henderson took out his cigar; turned it in his fingers. Colour came to his face. He spoke abruptly, in a suddenly rising voice.
'Seems to me there's some mighty queer goings-on around here. Sneaking in at two in the morning!'
'It isn't two in the morning.'
'Dam' near it.'
'It isn't half-past one. I tell you——' Henry paused.
His position seemed rather weak.
Mr Henderson studied his cigar again. He drew a cigar case from an inside pocket.
'I don't know's I offered you one,' he said. He almost muttered it.
'I don't smoke,' said Henry shortly.