you yearn for the simple Brownie.”
“Only an unambitious soul is content with the simple Brownie.”
“Well, I bet I shall get better results with it than you will.”
Tommy ignored this challenge.
“I ought to have a ‘Smoker’s Companion,’ ” he said regretfully. “I wonder where one buys them?”
“There’s always the patent corkscrew Aunt Araminta gave you last Xmas,” said Tuppence helpfully.
“That’s true,” said Tommy. “A curious looking engine of destruction I thought it at the time, and rather a humorous present to get from a strictly teetotal aunt.”
“I,” said Tuppence, “shall be Polton.”
Tommy looked at her scornfully.
“Polton indeed. You couldn’t begin to do one of the things that he does.”