Clay, with his ability to make money, had always supported Fred financially, whereas Fred had looked after Clay in every other way. Over the years Fred had acted as butler, personal guard, theatrical agent, nurse and best friend, depending on Clay’s needs at the time. While the rest of the world might have found Harry Clay’s antics unfathomable and inexplicable, there was very little he could do to surprise his old friend, even when he turned up in the middle of the night, with clothes that were both singed and soaking wet. ‘Out of a fire, into a sewer?’ Fred held the door open for his old friend. ‘Something like that.’ Harry stepped inside. ‘I’ll get a towel.’ ‘First, I need you to go and fetch Lord Ringmore.’ ‘At this hour?’ ‘At this hour,’ replied Clay. ‘Something’s happened?’ ‘Something has most definitely happened.’ ‘Shouldn’t we run you a bath and fetch you a brandy first? Your new show opens in a couple of nights and you don’t want to catch a chill.’ ‘As soon as you go I promise I’ll do both those things,’ said Clay.
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