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with me. I am afraid I don’t remember it.”
“No, well, you see I thought we ought to have a yarn, and you know how suspicious these porter-fellows are at clubs. I knew you wouldn’t mind my stretching a point.” He spoke with a kind of fierce jauntiness. “I had to give up my club. Couldn’t run to it.”
“Perhaps you will tell me what I can do for you.”
“I used to belong to the Wimpole. I expect you know it?”
“I’m not sure that I do.”
“No? You would have liked it. I could have taken you there and introduced you to some of the chaps.”
“That, I gather, is now impossible.”
“Yes. It’s a pity. There are some good scouts there. I daresay you know the Batchelors?”
“Yes. Were you a member there, too?”
“Yes, at least not exactly, but a great pal of mine was—Jimmie Grainger. I expect you’ve often run across Jimmie?”