The slim statesman like me won't.

See?
So poor old Prescott--you must know Prescott of Reuter's ?--anyhow that was the chap--poor old Prescott and I went out exploring.

When he pegged out with enteric I hadn't finished, so I dumped his widow down at Cettinje where I have some pals, and started out again on my own.

That's all." He filled another pint tumbler with the iced liquid (one always had to provide largely for Jaffery's needs) and poured it down his throat.
"I don't call that a very picturesque account of your adventures," said Adrian.
Jaffery grinned.

"I'll tell you all sorts of funny things, if you'll give me time," said he, wiping his lips with a vast red and white handkerchief about the size of a ship's Union Jack.
But we did not give him time; we plied him with questions and for the next hour he entertained us pleasantly with stories of his wanderings.
He had a Rabelaisian way of laughing over must of his experiences, even those which had a touch of the gruesome, and the laughter got into his speech, so that many amusing episodes were told in the roars of a hilarious lion.
Presently the familiar sound of the horn announced the return of Barbara.