The boys wanted me to dine--Eddy Lanchester and Montressor and that lot--a jolly party, too.

I sha'n't do it.

I shall have a mouthful alone somewhere and spend the rest of the evening on those rocks.

Something's got to come of this, Hunterleys." "Let's go into the lounge for a few moments," Hunterleys suggested.

"I may as well hear all about it." They made their way downstairs, and sat there talking, or rather Hunterleys listened while Richard talked.