"I wish I felt sure about that," said Jimmy in a worried voice. "You know, Loraine, old Gerry himself wanted you to keep out of it. Don't you think you could—"
"No, I couldn't," said Loraine. "Don't let's start discussing that again. It's only a waste of time."
At the mention of the word time, Jimmy's eyes rose to the clock and he uttered an exclamation of astonishment. He rose and opened the door.
"Stevens."
"Yes, sir?"
"What about a spot of lunch, Stevens? Could it be managed?"
"I anticipated that it would be required, sir. Mrs. Stevens has made preparations accordingly."
"That's a wonderful man," said Jimmy, as he returned, heaving a sigh of relief. "Brain, you know. Sheer brain. He takes correspondence courses. I sometimes wonder if they'd do any good to me."
"Don't be silly," said Loraine.
Stevens opened the door and proceeded to bring in a most recherché meal. An omelette was followed by quails and the very lightest things in soufflés.