'Anything for a quiet life!' sighed Airey. 'We'll have them both.'
A quick suspicion shot into her eyes.
'No, no, no,' she whispered imperatively.
'Why not?'
'It would just spoil it all. Don't spoil it, Airey!'
He yielded. Here again the shopman had several theories, but no conviction as to the situation.
'Now we might lunch,' Peggy suggested. 'It's very tiring work, isn't it?'
At lunch Airey was positively cantankerous. Nothing in the table d'hôte meal satisfied him; the place had to be ransacked for recondite dainties. As for wine, he tried three brands before he would drink, and then did not pretend to be satisfied. The cigar he lit afterwards was an ostentatious gold-wrapped monster. 'We procure them especially for the Baron von Plutopluter,' the waiter informed him significantly.
'I'll put half a dozen in my pocket,' said Airey.