Diana hesitated, then whispered in Wendy's ear:
"Three packets of Turkish cigarettes."
"O-o-o-oh!"
Wendy's eyes were wide. Diana nodded determinedly.
"But what do you want them for?"
"That's my own business."
"You surely don't smoke!"—in a horrified voice.
"I don't want them for myself—I'll tell you that much."
"For whom are they, then?"
"I shan't tell you!"