He laid his hand upon the shoulder of a friend, and glanced towards the door.
"Ledsam's had a touch of nerves," he confided.

"There's been nothing else the matter with him.

We've been down at the Dormy House at Brancaster and he's as right as a trivet now.

That Hilditch affair did him in completely." "I don't see why," one of the bystanders observed.

"He got Hilditch off all right.