I nudged him warningly, but the porter, evidently taking him for a humourist, laughed heartily.
"Very well, sir," he said briskly; "I'll see to that, sir." Then, pulling a whistle from under his uniform, he stepped outside and blew a shrill blast. Almost immediately a taxi rolled up the drive.
The porter opened the door; and as we came down the steps to get in, a small boy with a bundle of newspapers under his arm dashed up and thrust one out before me.
"'Ere y'are, sir; two-thirty winner. Death of a well-known millionaire, sir."
"Push off, me lad," said the porter grandly.
I had pulled a penny out of my pocket, however, before he spoke, and with an Evening News in my hand I followed Bruce into the taxi.
"Where to, sir?" inquired the porter.
For a moment I was floored.
"The Bachelors' Club," said Bruce, handing him a shilling.
The porter saluted and passed on the instructions.