“Look here,” he said. “Pull yourself together, old man. It seems to have knocked the wind out of you, whatever it is. Have a drink.”

He poured out a stiff whisky and soda and brought it over to Bill, who took it obediently. His face still bore the same dazed expression.

“It’s what’s in the letter,” he said. “I simply can’t believe it, that’s all.”

“Oh, nonsense,” said Jimmy. “You must get into the habit of believing six impossible things before breakfast. I do it regularly. Now then, let’s hear all about it. Wait a minute.”

He went outside.

“Stevens!”

“Yes, sir?”

“Just go out and get me some cigarettes, will you? I’ve run out.”