to go round to the Embassy and make your inquiries there? If not, I will have the man—his name is Richards, by the way—sent round here.”
“No, thank you, Mr. Wilmott. I should prefer to go to the Embassy.”
The Ambassador rose, glancing at his watch.
“Dear me, I shall be late for an appointment. Well, goodbye, Mr. Blunt. I leave the matter in your hands.”
He hurried away. Tommy looked at Tuppence who had been scribbling demurely on her pad in the character of the efficient Miss Robinson.
“What about it, old thing?” he asked. “Do you see, as the old bird put it, any rhyme or reason in the proceeding?”
“None whatever,” replied Tuppence cheerily.
“Well, that’s a start anyway! It shows that there is really something very deep