The hazel eyes regarded Bony with interest and anticipation. They were the eyes of the voyager by land or sea, eyes accustomed to searching beyond horizons, and the years had not come between. The impressions they were now receiving were not indicated by the weathered features, but the alert mind was summing up the visitor-his light-brown face, his blue eyes, the straight nose and slim nostrils, the level brows, the sleek-straight, black hair. Even by European standards, the female partner in this unusual creation must have been a fine-looking woman. When Mr. Luton was obliged to switch off the electric jug, D.-I. Bonaparte said:
“My varied experience does not include delirium tremens. Your letter indicates that you have studied the subject.”
“How many times I’ve had the hoo-jahs, Inspector, I’m not admitting, being a humble man. I could fill a book about the hoo-jahs, all sorts of ’em, and their effects.” Mr. Luton vigorously shook the teapot to induce the leaves to settle. “I might find it a bit hard to prove it, but I will.”
“You do not look an alcoholic.”
“Not at the moment, Inspector.” Mr. Luton smiled and away sped fifty years. “You wouldn’t deny me my claims if you happened along when I was on a bender.”
The tea was poured and a plate of sweet scones placed within reach of the visitor.
“I’ve a troublesome corn on a big toe, Inspector. That’s all that’s wrong with me. I can read the papers without glasses, and I can hear the wireless without it loud. I can drink myself into the hoo-jahs when I like, and I can ride the water-cart when it suits me. I can take only one night-cap, and I can work up for three bottles of grog a day-after a bit of practice.
“My old friend, Ben Wickham, was as good as me on allthem points. All that was wrong with him, when he died of something give to him, was a touch of lumbago. They said he died in the hoo-jahs of alcoholic poisoning. He was having the hoo-jahs all right. We both were at the same time. But he didn’t die of ’em. I told the quack that. And the policeman. And all I got for me trouble was a threat to have me put away in an old men’s home in Adelaide.”