He looked me in the eyes. “I’ve been on the grog,” he said.
“So I see. The water’s hot for a bath if you want one, and there’s a razor in the bathroom.” I took him and showed him the geography of the house. “You can use this room.” I looked him up and down, smiling. “I’ll get you a clean shirt and collar. You can try a pair of my shoes; if they’re too small I’ll send out for a pair.”
He wagged his head. “I dunno why you want to do this for me. I’ll be all right.”
“You’ll be righter when you’ve had a bath and a shave,” I said. “Miss Paget would never forgive me if I let a friend of hers go wandering about the streets like that.”
He looked at me curiously, but I left him and went back to the sitting-room. Harris was waiting for me there. “Thanks, Derek,” I said. “There was a fine, I supp
