One man, a
politician apparently, was with him for a considerable time, but only
because he was so anxious to emphasise his own views about the
Coalition Government and the wickedness of Lloyd George. Another was a
journalist, who continued with him for a while because he scented a
story for his newspaper. Some people may remember that there was a
garbled paragraph about a "Religious Army Officer" in the _Daily
Record_. One lady thought that Wilbraham wanted to go home with her and
was both angry and relieved when she found that it was not so.
He stayed at a cabman's shelter for a time and drank a cup of coffee
and told the little gathering there his news. They took it very calmly.
They had met so many queer things in their time that nothing seemed odd
to them.
His account becomes clearer again when he found himself a little before
dawn in the park and in the company of a woman and a broken down
pugilist. I saw both these persons afterwards and had some talk with
them. The pugilist had only the vaguest sense of what had happened.
Wilbraham was a "proper old bird" and had given him half a crown to get
his breakfast with.
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