Northcote thrust his cheque-book back into his pocket, and then, getting up and crossing the room, turned back the key.
The head waiter entered, and stood apologetically by the threshold.
"I came to see whether you would require anything else, sir."
"I think not," said Northcote coldly. "You had better let me have the bill, though. I suppose there is no objection to our using this room for a little longer? We are discussing some business matters."
The waiter bowed. "Oh, certainly not, sir. Half-past twelve is the hour we have to close; but even then, if you cared to engage a bedroom—"
"That will be ample time," said Northcote.
He produced a five-pound note, which he handed to the waiter, waving away the latter's offer of change.
With a gratified murmur of thanks, the man withdrew, leaving us alone.
Northcote locked the door behind him, and returned to the table.
"I am ready," he said curtly.