Lighting a cigar, he waited until his clerk came back, when he indicated Drummond, who lay, snoring heavily, with his dirty boots on Stormont's bed.
"Wake the drunken fool and see him home." Watson had some trouble to get Drummond on his feet and after Stormont shut the door there was a heavy thud.

It looked as if Drummond had fallen down the stairs, but Stormont smiled.

He had done with the fellow, and if Watson could get him out of the hotel, it did not matter if he reached home or not.

Ringing for the bell-boy, he gave orders about being called in the morning, as he meant to leave by an early west-bound train..