The other declared his intention of driving on to Fulham in the hope of finding a friend who lived there.
'But I must see you again.

When shall you be home to-night ?' 'About half-past eleven, I dare say.' 'Right! If I am free I'll come out to Staple Inn, and we'll talk till three or four.' The house at which the journalist presented himself was such as might be inhabited by a small family of easy means.

As he was taking off his overcoat, a door opened and Christian Moxey came forward to greet him.
They shook hands like men who stood on friendly, but not exactly on intimate, terms.
'Will you come up to the laboratory for a moment ?' said Moxey.

'I should like to show you something I have under the microscope.' The room he spoke of was at the top of the house; two chambers had been made into one, and the fittings were those required by a student of physical science.

Various odours distressed the air.