quite understand,” said the girl rising to her feet. There was a quick gleam of satisfaction in her eyes which Tuppence, for one, did not miss.
“Nevertheless,” continued Tommy, “I think I can manage to run down to Wimbledon. Will you give me the address, please?”
“The Laurels, Edgeworth Road.”
“Make a note of it, please, Miss Robinson.”
Miss Kingston Bruce hesitated, then said rather ungraciously:
“We’ll expect you then. Good morning.”
“Funny girl,” said Tommy. “I couldn’t quite make her out.”
“I wonder if she stole the thing herself,” remarked Tuppence meditatively. “Come on, Tommy, let’s put away these books and take the car and go down there. By the way, who are you going