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 to be, Sherlock Holmes still?”
“I think I need practice for that,” said Tommy. “I came rather a cropper over that bus ticket, didn’t I?”
“You did,” said Tuppence. “If I were you I shouldn’t try too much on that girl—she’s as sharp as a needle. She’s unhappy too, poor devil.”
“I suppose you know all about her already,” said Tommy with sarcasm,