in their car afterwards, ran the car into a ditch and wasn’t able to get home till morning?”
“Oh, no,” said the young lady. “Miss Drake had dinner here in the Hotel.”
“Really,” said Tommy, “are you sure of that? I mean—how do you know?”
“Oh, I saw her.”
“I asked because I understood she was dining with some friends in Torquay,” explained Tommy.
“Oh, no sir, she dined here.” The young lady laughed and blushed a little. “I remember she had on a most sweetly pretty frock. One of those new flowered chiffons all over pansies.”
“Tuppence, this tears it,” said Tommy when they had been shown upstairs to their room.
“It does rather,” said Tuppence. “Of course that woman may be mistaken. We will