I wasn't myself mixed up in the affair. But from the faces on them
as brought him in I should say, strikly between ourselves, he's lucky
the word isn't assault--even aggeravated. But the Inspector took the
report . . . and the Inspector, if I may say so, knows a gentleman
when he sees one."
"Was he--" I began, and corrected myself. "Was Mr. Collingwood
drunk?--strictly between ourselves, as you put it."
"No, sir." The honest man gave his verdict slowly. "I shan't be
called for evidence: but I seen him and talked with him. Sober and
bright, sir; and, when I left, in the best of sperrits. But I
wouldn't say as how he hadn't been more than happy earlier in the
evening."
"Thank you, Constable," said I. "You'll find a decanter, a syphon,
and a glass set out for the prodigal's return, all on the table in
the next room. Possibly you'll discover what to do with them while I
dress. Smithers, turn on the light out there, and get me a taxi if
you can. For I suppose," said I to the constable, "this means that
I've to turn out and go with you?"
"I am afraid so, sir, and thanking you kindly.
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