again.”
Tuppence laid aside her pad.
“Do you wish for our special twenty-four hour service?” she asked, in business like tones.
“What’s that?”
“The fees are doubled, but we put all our available staff on to the case. Mr. St. Vincent, if the lady is alive, I shall be able to tell you where she is by this time tomorrow.”
“What? I say, that’s wonderful.”
“We only employ experts—and we guarantee results,” said Tuppence crisply.
“But I say, you know. You must have the most topping staff.”
“Oh! we have,” said Tuppence. “By the way, you haven’t given me a description of the young lady.”
“She’s got the most marvellous hair—sort of golden, but very deep, like a jolly old sunset—that’s