“Dash it all, Tommy, we’ve got to do something for our money.”

Tommy sighed.

“Yes, I fear even the dear old government will not support us at the Ritz in idleness forever.”

“Therefore, as I said before, we must do something.”

“Well,” said Tommy, picking up the Daily Mail again, “ do it. I shan’t stop you.”

“You see,” continued Tuppence. “I’ve been thinking⁠—”

She was interrupted by a fresh bout of applause.