The Reflections of a Cured Dyspeptic Thirty-five hours later I found myself in my rooms in Westminster.

I thought there might be a message for me there, for I didn't propose to go and call openly on Blenkiron at Claridge's till I had his instructions.

But there was no message--only a line from Peter, saying he had hopes of being sent to Switzerland.

That made me realize that he must be pretty badly broken up.
Presently the telephone bell rang.

It was Blenkiron who spoke.