I could see he preferred to discuss the power in the abstract rather than in relation to himself, but my curiosity was piqued.
"Anything else?" I asked.
He listened for a moment; the Club was sunk in profound silence. Then I heard him imitating a familiar deep voice: "Oh—er—porter, taxi, please."
"Why d'you do that?" I asked, not quite certain of his meaning.
"Don't you know whose voice that was supposed to be?"
"It was Arthur Roden's," I said.
He nodded. "Just leaving the Club."
I jumped up and ran into the hall.
"Is Sir Arthur Roden in the Club?" I asked the porter.
"Just left this moment, sir," he answered.