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 ask the waiter at dinner. There can’t be very many people here just at this time of year.”
This time it was Tuppence who opened the attack.
“Can you tell me if a friend of mine was here last Tuesday?” she asked the waiter with an engaging smile.
“A Miss Drake, wearing a frock all over pansies I believe.”
She produced a photograph. “This lady.”
The waiter broke into immediate smiles of recognition.
“Yes, yes, Miss Drake.