Mr. Wilmott swears there was nothing of the kind.”
Tommy stared at her thoughtfully.
“You put these things rather well, Tuppence,” he said at last. “You’ve given me an idea.”
It was two days later. Tuppence was out to lunch. Tommy, alone in the austere office of Mr. Theodore Blunt, was improving his mind by reading the latest sensational thriller.
The door of the office opened and Albert appeared.
“A young lady to see you, sir. Miss Cicely March. She says she has called in answer to an advertisement.”
“Show her in at once,” cried Tommy, thrusting his novel into a convenient drawer.
In another minute Albert had ushered in the young lady. Tommy had just time to see that she was fair haired and