but sure.”
“She knows men,” said Tommy. “Or do I say he knows men. It is so confusing when you assume the character of a male detective.”
“Oh! my dear fellow, my dear fellow!”
“A little more action, Tuppence, and a little less repetition.”
“A classic phrase cannot be repeated too often,” said Tuppence with dignity.
“Have a muffin,” said Tommy kindly.
“Not at eleven o’clock in the morning, thank you. Silly case, this. Boots—you know—Why boots?”
“Well,” said Tommy, “why not?”
“It doesn’t fit. Boots.”
She shook her head.
“All wrong. Who wants other people’s boots? The whole thing’s mad.”
“Perhaps they got hold of the wrong bag?” suggested Tommy.
“That’s possible. But if they were after papers, a despatch case would be more