Propped against the still closed door of the office was a long thin grey man who seemed to be all bones and to have no stomach at all.
"Good-morning," Robert said. "Did you want to see me?"
"No," said the grey man. "You wanted to see me."
" I did?"
"At least so your telegram said. I take it you're Mr. Blair?"
"But you can't be here already!" Robert said.
"It's not far," the man said laconically.
"Come in," said Robert trying to live up to Mr. Ramsden's standard of economy in comment.
In the office he asked as he unlocked his desk: "Have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, I had bacon and eggs at the White Hart."