rather well. Don’t you worry. Leave it to Mother. Mother knows best.”
She went out, leaving Tommy profoundly dissatisfied.
Presently he rose, sighed, and went out to do what could be done, cursing Tuppence’s over fervent imagination.
When he returned weary and jaded at half past four, he found Tuppence extracting a bag of biscuits from their place of concealment in one of the files.
“You look hot and bothered,” she remarked. “What have you been doing?”
Tommy groaned.
“Making a round of the Hospitals with that girl’s description.”
“Didn’t I tell you to leave it to me?” demanded Tuppence.
“You can’t find that girl single handed before two o’clock tomorrow.”