"Paul Ritson."
"And your address?"
"I was on my way to Morley's Hotel, Trafalgar Square. What place is this?"
"Hendon."
"Could one get accommodation here for the night? A lady is with me."
"Best go up by the twelve-thirty, sir."
"The lady is too much worn and excited. Any hotel, inn, lodging-house?"
A porter came up.
"The Hawk and Heron's handiest. A mile, sir. Drayton—it's him as keeps it—he's here somewhere. Drayton!" (calling).
"Can you get me a fly, my good fellow?"