And suddenly he lifted his head and muttered a few emphatic words half aloud, regardless of whoever might overhear them.
"I wish to Heaven I'd a right good, hard-headed Yorkshireman to talk to!" he said.

"A chap with some gumption about him! These Cockneys and Americans are all very well in their way, but--" Then he pulled himself up sharply.

An idea, a name, had flashed into his mental field of vision as if sent in answer to his prayer.

And still regardless of bystanders he slapped his thigh delightedly.
"Ambler Appleyard!" he exclaimed.

"The very man! Here, you!" The last two words were addressed to a taxi-cab driver whose car stood at the head of the line by the Gaiety Theatre.