The big man registered as "Mr.W.Franklin, Argentina." Peters ordered a chop, and went off at once to interview the local policeman.
Mr.Franklin took more pains over the prospective meal.
"Have you a nice chicken ?" he inquired.
Yes, Mr.Tomlin had a veritable spring chicken in the larder at that moment.
"And do you think your cook could provide a _tourne-dos_ ?" "A what-a, sir ?" wheezed Tomlin.
The visitor explained.

He liked variety, he said.

Half the chicken might be deviled for breakfast.

The two dishes, with plain boiled potatoes and French beans, would suit him admirably.

He was sorry he dared not try Tomlin's excellent claret, but a dominating doctor had put him on the water-cart.