"How about Miss Bertrand?" asked Ingred, obeying a sudden impulse of mischief.
Egbert flung down a spanner, and turned to her the most astonished face in the world.
"What do you know about Miss Bertrand?" he queried.
Ingred chuckled delightedly. To use her own schoolgirl expression, she felt she "had him on toast."
"More than you imagine! Who went into the Abbey Church, I should like to know, and sat in a pew for ever so long, and looked tender nothings? Oh yes! I saw you, and a pretty sight it was, too!" she teased.
Egbert was gazing at her as if he could scarcely believe his senses.
"But—but—where were you?" he stuttered.
"In the peep-hole!" exploded Ingred. "I could see right down into the church, and I watched you come in! I've been saving this up!"
Egbert drew a long breath.
"If I'd only known before!" he said slowly. "Ingred, stop laughing! You don't understand. Look here, will you go and tell Dad that you saw me there, and the exact day and time when it happened. You can remember that?"