"I've not seen you since I cut you in the Luxembourg Gardens a dozen years ago," he said.
"I doubt if I've been in Paris six times since then," I answered.
"And I've not been in England at all. I'm—I'm liable to arrest, you know, but they made a clearance of us from Boulogne. We were a sorry crew, Oakleigh."
"What are you going to do now?" I asked. "I'll see you through as far as I can."
My hand was moving to my pocket, but he stopped me with a gesture.
"I don't want money, old chap."
"You look as if you wanted a square meal, Draycott."
He laughed with a bitterness in which there was little pride.
"And a bath. And some new clothes. I shall get 'em all in a few days."
"What are you going to do?" I repeated. "If I may advise you, you've been out of this country long enough for Scotland Yard to regard you leniently. If you go to them frankly——"