William. I will tell why.

It began with a remark of Captain Upjohn's. We had been speaking of the
inconvenience of not being able to get a hot dish served after 1 A.M.,
and he said:

"It is because these lazy waiters would strike. If the beggars had a
love of their work they would not rush away from the club the moment one
o'clock strikes. That glum fellow who often waits on you takes to his
heels the moment he is clear of the club steps. He ran into me the other
night at the top of the street, and was off without apologising."

"You mean the foot of the street, Upjohn," I said; for such is the way
to Drury Lane.

"No; I mean the top. The man was running west."

"East."

"West."

I smiled, which so annoyed him that he bet me two to one in sovereigns.
The bet could have been decided most quickly by asking William a
question, but I thought, foolishly doubtless, that it might hurt his
feelings, so I watched him leave the club. The possibility of Upjohn's
winning the bet had seemed remote to me. Conceive my surprise, therefore
when William went westward.

Amazed, I pursued him along two streets without realising that I was
doing so. Then curiosity put me into a hansom. We followed William,