remark. Never mind, I forgive you. Anyway, it will be rather a lark. What are you doing this afternoon?"
"Well," said Tuppence meditatively. "I had thought of hats! Or perhaps silk stockings! Or perhaps"
"Hold hard," admonished Tommy. "There's a limit to fifty pounds! But let's do dinner and a show to-night at all events."
"Rather."
The day passed pleasantly. The evening even more so. Two of the five-pound notes were now irretrievably dead.
They met by arrangement the following morning and proceeded citywards. Tommy remained on the opposite side of the road while Tuppence plunged into the building.
Tommy strolled slowly down to the end of the street, then back again. Just as he came abreast of the buildings, Tuppence darted across the road.
"Tommy!"
"Yes. What's up?"
"The place is shut. I can't make any one hear."
"That's odd."
"Isn't it? Come up with me, and let's try again."
Tommy followed her. As they passed the third floor landing a young clerk came out of an office. He hesitated a moment, then addressed himself to Tuppence.
"Were you wanting the Esthonia Glassware?"
"Yes, please."
