It wasn't serious enough to do more than that.

All the other addresses are all right.

But this man Keith gave a false address.
The place doesn't exist." The breakfast table was nearly flung over as Rupert sprang up, slapping both his thighs.
"Well, by all that's good," he cried.

"This is a sign from heaven." "It's certainly very extraordinary," said Basil quietly, with knitted brows.

"It's odd the fellow should have given a false address, considering he was perfectly innocent in the--" "Oh, you jolly old early Christian duffer," cried Rupert, in a sort of rapture, "I don't wonder you couldn't be a judge.