"Thanks very much," said Guy, "but I had my breakfast a couple of hours ago. Besides I am rather busy this morning." He produced the paper which he had brought down from the office. "I wanted to catch you before you went out, to get you to sign this. It's the agreement with Marshall I spoke to you about on Thursday. You had better look it through."
Tony pulled a fountain pen out of his inside pocket. "My dear Guy!" he said. "I should never dream of reading a document that you had passed as accurate. It would be a reflection on your sobriety."
He scribbled his name in the appointed place and handed the paper back to his cousin.
"I see in the Daily Mail this morning that Bugg won his fight all right," remarked the latter. "What time did you get back?"
"I got back at a most respectable hour," said Tony. "I am sorry to say I managed to lose Bugg."
"Lose him!" echoed Guy.
"Yes," said Tony. "You know how careless I am. I——"
He was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in," he called out.
The door opened and Spalding advanced with dignity across the threshold.