the most marvelous lens that ever was or ever could be.”
“I know those kind of lenses,” said Tuppence. “By the time you’ve adjusted the shutter and stopped down and calculated the exposure and kept your eyes on the spirit level, your brain gives out, and 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