"What kind of a pistol would you be requiring?"
"The kind where you put your finger on the trigger and the thing goes on shooting until you take it off again."
"An automatic, sir."
"That's it," said Jimmy. "An automatic. And I should like it to be a blue-nosed one—if you and the shopman know what that is. In American stories, the hero always takes his blue-nosed automatic from his hip pocket."
Stevens permitted himself a faint, discreet smile.
"Most American gentlemen that I have known, sir, carry something very different in their hip pockets," he observed.
Jimmy Thesiger laughed.
Chapter XVI
The House Party at the Abbey
Bundle drove over to Wyvern Abbey just in time for tea on Friday afternoon. George Lomax came forward to welcome her with considerable empressement.