Inquisitor West looked more at home out of a top hat than in one, but it kept the rain off. He only felt sorry for the horses being kept out in such weather. One more reason, he supposed, for the eventual and increasing mechanisation of public transport.
"Oh, I don't know... Where would we be without good old-fashioned British weather, hm?"
With wetter clothing placed, similarly, on hook, Michael fished out fob watch, noting the time.
"Probably a good deal drier, I'd imagine... I take it our guests have yet to arrive?"