I cleansed my bosom of a good deal of that perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
“ How could I guess that you would want the things? Look at it from my position, old horse. I knew you, laddie, a good true friend who would be delighted to lend a pal his dress-clothes any time when he didn’t need them himself, and as you weren’t there when I called, I couldn’t ask you, so I naturally simply borrowed them. It was all just one of those little misunderstandings which can’t be helped. And, as it luckily turns out, you had a spare suit, so everything was all right, after all.”
“ You don’t think this poisonous fancy dress is mine, do you?”
“ Isn’t it?” said Ukridge, astonished.
“ It belongs to Bowles. He lent it to me.”
“ And most extraordinarily well you look in it, laddie,” s
