"Does the Duke of Cu-cu-cumberland live here?" hiccupped Simon.
Tozer was lighting a cigarette; he flung the match down impatiently.
"He's not fit to be seen," said Mudd, when the other had explained. "No client must see him. He's right enough to look at and speak to, but he's not himself. What made you bring him here, Mr. Brownlowâ€”now, of all times?"