“When?”
“To-morrow, if you like!”
“Good!”
Hammond stretched his hand out. Bastin grasped it. Then they talked over terms, duties, etc.
“But you, man?” said Hammond, when the last bit of shop had been talked. “Where have you been? What have you been doing?”
“Busy for an hour, Tom?” Bastin asked, by way of reply.
“No!”
“Come round to my diggings, then; not far—Bloomsbury. We can talk as we go. I shall have time to give you a skeleton of my adventures, to be filled in later. Then, when we get to my hang-out, I can tell you, when you have seen her, the story of my chief adventure, for it concerns her.”
Hammond flashed a quick, wondering glance at his friend.