'You talk as if everything was so very easy!' said Peggy rather indignantly.
'Being anywhere near a bank always has that effect on me,' he apologised.
'Now, one on each side—and be careful,' Peggy implored as the cab stopped in Cadogan Square. 'If anything happened now——!' Her tongue and her imagination failed.
'If you've got any money, you'll leave it there,' Miles prophesied, pointing at the Fricker door.
'Shall I?' cried Peggy in joyous defiance, as she sprang from the cab.
'Mayn't we even sit in the hall?' wailed Arty.
'Wait outside,' she commanded, with friendly curtness.
The door closed on her, the butler and footman showing her in with an air of satisfied expectancy.
'Who's to pay the cab?' exclaimed Arty, smitten with a sudden apprehension.