What was I doing?
I came up in the morning from Woking, and lunched at the club with Charlie Symons.

Then--oh yes, I dined with the Fishmongers.

I remember, for the punch didn't agree with me, and I was seedy next morning.

Hang it all, there's the cigar-box I brought back from the dinner.' He pointed to an object on the table, and laughed nervously.
'I think, Sir,' said the young man, addressing me respectfully, 'you will see you are mistaken.

We want to assist the law like all Englishmen, and we don't want Scotland Yard to be making fools of themselves.