“but I have a sort of feeling that that wouldn’t really help us much.”
“You always were a pessimist, Tommy. Belief in oneself—that is the great thing.”
“Well, you have got it all right,” said her husband.
“Of course it is all right in detective stories,” said Tuppence thoughtfully, “because one works backwards. I mean if one knows the solution one can arrange the clues. I wonder now—”
She paused, wrinkling her brows.
“Yes?” said Tommy, inquiringly.
“I have got a sort of an idea,” said Tuppence. “It hasn’t quite come yet but it’s coming.” She rose resolutely. “I think I shall go and buy that hat I told you about.”
“Oh God!” said Tommy. “Another hat!”
“It’s a very