I looked him up in the Directory and the
address is as you state. . . . But to tell you the truth, sir, I
didn't ring up his telephone number, thinking as a nap might bring
him round a bit. . . . We keep a taxi or two on call for these little
jobs, and I'll get a driver that can be trusted. I'll call up Sam
Hicks. There was a latch-key in the gentleman's pocket, and Sam
Hicks is capable of steering a case like this to bed and leaving the
summons pinned on his dressing-gown for a reminder. . . . But perhaps
you'll call around for him to-morrow morning, sir, and bring him?"
"I'll be damned if I do," said I. "He must take his risks and I'll
risk the bail. . . . Look here!"--I took Mr. Farrell by the collar
and my fingers touched mud. "Pah!" said I. "Can't we clean him up a
bit before consigning him? . . . Look here, Farrell! I'm sending you
home. Do you understand? And you're to return here on peril of your
life at ten o'clock. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Sir Roderick," sobbed Farrell. "Angels must have sent
you, Sir Roderick. . . . I have unfortunately mislaid my glasses and
something seems to be obscuring the sight of my left eye.
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