“I never suspected it at all,” lamented Tuppence. “I’ve always thought I was so much cleverer than Tommy⁠—but he’s undoubtedly scored over me handsomely.”

Julius agreed.

“Tommy’s been the goods this trip! And, instead of sitting there as dumb as a fish, let him banish his blushes, and tell us all about it.”

“Hear! hear!”

“There’s nothing to tell,” said Tommy, acutely uncomfortable. “I was an awful mug⁠—right up to the time I found that photograph of Annette, and realized that she was Jane Finn. Then I remembered how persistently she had shouted out that word ‘Marguerite’⁠—and I thought of the pictures, and⁠—well, that’s that. Then of course I went over the whole thing to see where I’d made an ass of myself.”