“All day long,” replied Sir Eustace gallantly.
“I shan’t get much typing done at that rate,” I reminded him.
“That doesn’t matter. All this work is Pagett’s idea. He works me to death. I’m looking forward to leaving him behind in Cape Town.”
“He is staying behind?”
“Yes, he’ll enjoy himself thoroughly sleuthing about after Rayburn. That’s the sort of thing suits Pagett down to the ground. He adores intrigue. But I’m quite serious in my offer. Will you come? Mrs. Blair here is a competent chaperon, and you can have a half-holiday every now and again to dig for bones.”
“Thank you very much, Sir Eustace,” I said cautiously, “but I think I’m leaving for Durban to-night.”
“Now don’t be an obstinate girl. Remember, there are lots of lions in Rhodesia. You’ll like lions. All girls do.”
“Will they be practising low jumps?” I asked, laughing. “No, thank you very much, but I must go to Durban.”
Sir Eustace looked at me, sighed deeply, then opened the door of the adjoining room and called to Pagett.
“If you’ve quite finished your afternoon sleep, my dear fellow, perhaps you’d do a little work for change.”