I don’t give my name, because—”
“Suit yourself. You’ll have to tell it to the magistrate.”
“Oh, no, I say, dash it!”
“I think you’d better come along.”
“But I say, really, you know, I am an old friend of the family. Why, by Jove, now I remember, there’s a photograph of me in the drawing-room. Well, I mean, that shows you!”
“If there is,” said the policeman.
“I’ve never seen it,” said the parlourmaid.
I absolutely hated this girl.
“You would have seen it if you had done your dusting more conscientiously,” I said, severely. And I meant it to sting, by Jove!
“It is not a parlourmaid’s place to dust the drawing-room,” she