“I didn’t know it was about her⁠—” said Bundle, stifling a yawn.

“As I say, I took Babe there. She rather fancied a lobster. I had a lobster under my arm⁠—”

The story went on⁠—When the lobster had been finally dismembered in a struggle between Bill and a fellow who was a rank outsider. Bundle brought her attention back to him.

“I see,” she said. “And there was a row?”

“Yes, but it was my lobster. I’d bought it and paid for it. I had a perfect right⁠—”

“Oh, you had, you had,” said Bundle hastily. “But I’m sure that’s all forgotten now. And I don’t care for lobsters anyway. So let’s go.”

“We may be raided by the police. There’s a room upstairs where they play baccarat.”