“103. Thank you, Bill.”

“Yes, but, I say⁠—what do you want it for? You said you didn’t know him.”

“I don’t, but I shall in half an hour.”

“You’re going round to his rooms?”

“Quite right, Sherlock.”

“Yes, but, I say⁠—well, for one thing he won’t be up.”

“Won’t be up?”

“I shouldn’t think so. I mean, who would if they hadn’t got to? Look at it that way. You’ve no idea what an effort it is for me to get here at eleven every morning, and the fuss Codders makes if I’m behind time is simply appalling. You haven’t the least idea, Bundle, what a dog’s life this is⁠—”

“You shall tell me all about it tomorrow night,” said Bundle hastily.