Four paces from the shop he stopped abruptly and laughed—a horrible laugh.
"Do you know," he said, "I do believe I've come out without a cent on me."
"I don't believe it for a moment," I said, "but as it happens I can lend you pounds and pounds—almost enough for two bloaters."
Herbert reluctantly found some money in one of the seven pockets he had not felt in. Then we advanced once more.
This time there was no going back. Right into the body of the fishmonger's we strode and stood firmly opposite the salesman.
"Now," I whispered tensely.
But Herbert hesitated, and even as he wobbled the salesman began his suggestions.
"Yes, Sir? Lobsters or prawns, Sir? Some very good salmon this morning—very fine fish indeed, Sir."
"Er, as a matter of fact," said Herbert, "we just wanted to know if you would be so kind as to direct us to the nearest post-office?—the one just across the road, you know," he added nervously.
"Herbert," I said in his private ear, "be a man."