"In that direction," answered Mr. Wilding suavely.
"I am for London, Nick. And you shall come with me."
"God save us! Do you keep a fool's egg under that nest of hair?"
Wilding explained, and by the time Walters returned with the boots Trenchard was walking up and down the room in an odd agitation. "Odds my life, Tony!" he cried at last. "I believe it is the best thing."
"The only thing, Nick."
"And since all is lost, why..." Trenchard blew out his cheeks and smacked fist into palm. "I am with you," said he.