So Theydon was introduced to another representative of the department, and handed over the typed note; the detective promised that its purport should be telephoned to Croydon without delay.
When the two reached the Embankment again, Theydon felt unaccountably tired, and was minded to take leave of his companion then and there.

But Handyside placed an unerring finger on the cause of his weariness.
"Say, Mr.Theydon," he cried, "I don't know what food product arrangements you've made all day, but I couldn't have eaten less since breakfast if Wong Li Fu was sitting over me with a pistol.

How about a square meal?
Come to my hotel, and I'll start the chef on a nice little menoo while we're having a wash and a brush up." "By Jove! Now I know what is the matter with me," was the astonishing answer.

"I have lunched and dined on a cup of tea at Eastbourne." "Guess I'm fifteen years older than you, so I knew my trouble all the time.

Those people in Fortescue Square were so rattled that they never thought of asking us to eat.