He took up the receiver.
"Hullo! Is that Henshaw ?" "I'm Henshaw," was the answer.

"That's Laverick, isn't it?
How are you, old fellow ?" "I'm all right," Laverick replied.

"What is it that you want to see me about ?" "Nothing particular that I know of.

Who told you that I wanted to ?" Laverick, who had been standing with the instrument in his hand, sat down in his chair.
"Look here," he said, "Didn't you send me a note a few minutes ago, asking me to come out to lunch at a quarter to one and meet you at Lyons' ?" Henshaw's laugh was sufficient response.
"Delighted to lunch with you there or anywhere, old chap,--you know that," was the answer, "but some one's been putting up a practical joke on you." "You did not send me a note round this morning, then ?" Laverick insisted.
"I'll swear I didn't," came the reply.

"Do you seriously mean that you've had one purporting to come from me ?" Laverick pulled himself together.
"Well, the signature's such a scrawl," he said, "that no one could tell what the name really was.