As we did so the motionless figure in the portico suddenly disappeared.
"Well, what do you make of that ?" asked Rupert, slapping his gloves together when we got into the street.
I do not mind admitting that I was seriously upset.

Under such conditions I had but one thought.
"Don't you think," I said a trifle timidly, "that we had better tell your brother ?" "Oh, if you like," said Rupert, in a lordly way.

"He is quite near, as I promised to meet him at Gloucester Road Station.

Shall we take a cab?
Perhaps, as you say, it might amuse him." Gloucester Road Station had, as if by accident, a somewhat deserted look.

After a little looking about we discovered Basil Grant with his great head and his great white hat blocking the ticket-office window.