"You'll find a couple of Thermos flasks in the locker--bring them into the hotel lounge bar." The chauffeur went off down the platform.

Allerdyke turned up the covered way to the Great Northern Hotel.

When the chauffeur joined him there a few minutes later he was giving orders for a supply of freshly-cut beef sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs; the Thermos flasks he handed over to be filled with hot coffee.
"Better get something to eat now, Gaffney," he said.

"Get some sandwiches, or some bread and cheese, or something--it's a longish spin." He himself, waiting while the chauffeur ate and drank, and the provisions were made ready, took a whisky and soda to a chair by the fire, and once more pulled out and read the telegram.

And as he read he wondered why his cousin, its sender, wished so particularly to see him at once.