As it is--well, I'm not sure," he went on.

"It seems a pity to disappoint them, doesn't it?
I'd love to give them a run for their money." Horridge smiled faintly.

He knew a good deal about his companion.
"They're spoiling for it, sir," he admitted.

Sir Henry spoke down a telephone and a few minutes later Ensol reappeared.
"Find Mr.Horridge a comfortable room," his chief directed, "and one of our confidential typists.

You can make out your report at your leisure," he went on.