'Which gives one an idea of the mass of undiscovered crime in London,' added Miles. 'Now where to, mon Général?'
'346 Cadogan Square,' Peggy told them. 'Oh, how I wish I could have a cigarette!'
Both sympathetically offered to have one for her.
'The smoke will embarrass the assassin's aim,' Miles opined sagely.
Arty broke out in a sudden discovery.
'You're going to Fricker's!' he cried.
'I have an appointment with Mr. Fricker,' said Peggy, with pretended carelessness.
'At last, Arty, I shall see the mansions of the gilt.'
'No, you'll wait outside,' Peggy informed him, with a cruelty spoilt by bubbling mirth.
'Is that where we're to pick up the other passenger?' asked Arty.