Say I've got a headache, and have gone to bed.
As for my own 'night-cap'-- well, I can send Dollops down to get the butler to pour me one out of another decanter, so that will be all right.

Now, toddle off and get the key, there's a good chap.

And, I say, Bawdrey, as I shan't see you again until morning--good-night." "Good-night, old chap!" he answered in his impulsive, boyish way.

"You are a friend, Headland.

And--you'll save my dad, God bless you! A true, true friend--that's what you are.