"Exactly. I thought I would remind you that only half the undertaking had been carried out. That is all."
Nigel would make an admirable proctor; he is to the manner born. I had quite the old feeling of being five shillings the poorer for straying round the streets of Oxford at night without academical dress.
I caught the Seraph's eye and made as if to rise.
"One moment," said Arthur. "There is a good deal more to come."
I folded my arms resignedly. Any one may lecture me if it amuses him to do so, but the Seraph ought to have been in bed instead of having to submit to examination by an old K.C.
"The question is a good deal wider," Arthur began. "You, Aintree, are suspected of harbouring at your flat a woman who is wanted by the police on a most serious charge...."
"I thought we'd cleared all this up on Wednesday," I said, with an impatient glance at Nigel.
"No arrangement you may have made on Wednesday is binding on me."
"It was binding on your son, who sits on one side of you," I said, "and on Mr. Nigel Rawnsley, who sits on the other."
Arthur drew himself up, no doubt unconsciously.