Chapter 28
There was a great deal of discussion, the following morning at
the Sheridan Club, during the gossipy half-hour which preceded
luncheon, concerning Sir Timothy Brast’s forthcoming entertainment.
One of the men, Philip Baker, who had been for many years the
editor of a famous sporting weekly, had a ticket of invitation
which he displayed to an envious little crowd.
“You fellows who get invitations to these parties,” a famous
actor declared, “are the most elusive chaps on earth. Half London
is dying to know what really goes on there, and yet, if by any
chance one comes across a prospective or retrospective guest, he is
as dumb about it as though it were some Masonic function. We’ve got
you this time, Baler, though. We’ll put you under the inquisition
on Friday morning.
